The Boy's Back

Mmm
Aye
Mulli
Look
The boy back man, fresh up out the bing
I was doing porridge for like six on the wing
And all now these niggas can’t see the kid
I be cutting through the city limo tints on the sprints
30 quid in pinks and it’s on me like my bling
There’s 30 in this clip and it’s on me like my ting
Ion know what the fuck these niggas think
I don’t trap no more I’m in the middle making drinks
Bucked a couple real ones on the bid and made da link
Then we touch road and buss jokes about the clink
Then we fine dined and made a toast to the wins
I aint in the mix i’m with the misses in the sticks
No longer on the strip I’m in this bitch making hits
You know me, I stay stacking up them chips
I’m tryna cop that crib for like 1.6
See getting to the Mulli nigga never been a thing
I just need my niggas to stay loyal in this ting
I just need my bitch to answer when a nigga rings
See that line super thin when it come to the love and hate
It got sticky like cling when them niggas caught that case
Like a fat kid the way ah nigga love this cake
But I hustle for this shit, why the fuck they wanna hate?
Where the fuck where they when a nigga was on his face?
But they was round the table when that bread was on the plate
Couple couple times broke bread with a couple fakes
But nowadays me and them never in the same place
They still stuck in their ways, I had to get up out of there
From a juvenile my nigga I been a thousandaire
From a juvie I was preein M’s
And I’m really from my ends, still pull up in the Benz
Nuttin less than 10 then go times that by 10
I got em all pissed that’s why I ain’t got no friends
I gave them all this inspiration but it never made a difference
They never got it, true they never saw the vision
They got all that information cause your nigga started snitching
And he ain’t bussin case cause his man’s been the witness
Crackers on my back cause of intel
I had them crack-heads coming back to back for this fish scale
I made a quick seven bills from like six sales
Niggas can’t get back on board cause that ship sailed
I got em all mad now it’s hometime
I did a quick six an ah bit like I don’t know time
Hit the ground running then ran it up in no time
Now i’m back at their necks like a bow tie
Loud packs only I ain’t never did a coke line
I made a killing in the trap off them O lines
Now I’m killing this rap shit that’s my old grind
I ain’t taking nuttin less than 20 when it’s showtime