Back to Me

(album: Dynasty 6 - 2016)

[Trina:]
Out of order, shop closed, no more free throws
And it ain't no more, licking in his speed coat
Know better, do better
Had it real good, rap bitch with her own trend setter
I never asked him for shit
Basic ass nigga, really wasn't 'bout shit
Man, I'm tired of putting these niggas on and making 'em famous
They be saying they love me, then they doing the same shit
These niggas wanna be me, girl, he want the fame
Wanna be on TV, man, what's wrong with him?
I be watching they moves and I be telling my bitches
Man, he be thinking I'm clueless, so I'm out for his riches
Man, karma be a bitch
Didn't get far, these niggas thinking they slick
Then they come back crawling and shit
Niggas lost everything, now they on they dick

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checking for me
'Cause it ain't no coming back, I'm a real OG

[Dyna Edyne:]
You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me

[Trina:]
See the face on 10, body on 10
And the bank account on win
They see me in the field, man, I'm stashing them commas
I pull up on these niggas in the flying saucer
Buying that nigga, became my own boss
No bra, titties out, bitch, I think I'm Rick Ross
Think I'm Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think, a bitch sleep
My game on fleek
And your new bitch, she homeless chic
I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter
I live a high rise, her section 8 chatter
And you ain't no better
Thinking these hoes gon' make you better, what a fuck nigga?
Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes
'Cause you ain't in my league, nigga, I ball with pros

Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I erased all your math, social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses, I could part any sea
So think twice when you checking for me
'Cause it ain't no coming back, I'm a real OG

[Dyna Edyne:]
You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
You wanted to leave, baby
But see I don't need you, baby
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me
Don't you come running back to me
Running back to me