Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe!

(No, you ain't)

(Check)

Throw it back for a thick boy

I'm opp fast, still opp last

Your baby rappin' on hits, boy

This offshore, kinda smart, yours (uh-huh)

That Dior three years ago (style)

Made my way, carved my own lane

Still hatin', do my own thing (yeah)

Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk (nah)

Fuckin' bitches like Wilt still (style)

Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (ha)

Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (ha)

But guess what, bitch? We back, ho

We ain't never left, just sound good

But guess what, bitch? We back, ho

'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (uh)

I'm Detroit red on a whole lotta Act' (ow)

He ain't in my pocket and I got that check

Had to check for the shoestring

If you try to shoot things, might jam up, so try your-

Don't try to be lookin' out

Keep it on me if you try to doubt

What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth

Guess what? We on (we on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone)

Up outta here smokin' that strong

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone

Guess what, ho? We on (we on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (well)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (style)

Guess what, ho? We on (we on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone)

Up outta here smokin' that strong (let's go)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (delivery now, uh)

That money can't save you, bitch (no)

Them cars can't save you, bitch (uh-uh)

Your pimp just play you, bitch (that's right)

How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?)

You can tell they was raised by some bitches

Groupie niggas always wanna kick

Get the sentence 'cause they want an image

Then people put all of your fam' in a ditch, snitch

Play me, you gone, just leave me alone

I got a pistol, it's shot in your chrome

Into your face, now you hollow, you hole

Uh-oh, you know (you know)

Me and Danny, you pro's (pro's)

Feelin' like Mike, just give me the go

I'm feelin' like Biggie, they givin' me mo', huh

Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, let's go, uh

Rappers gettin' extorted (yeah)

Like hos who can't afford it (let's go)

Got a check in with they daddy

But they get pushed down the toilet

This fade came with a price, and for that price you can record it

These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin'

Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning

She sing my song to me after we fuck, that bitch retarded

Guess what, ho? We on (we on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone)

Up outta here, and we smokin' that strong

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone

Guess what, ho? We on (we on)

Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone)

Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (well)

Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (style)

I'm ready, I'm ready

No, you ain't

(Uh)