Back 4 More (feat. Don G & Hayes Blair)

Ayyyyy. Shit is too smooth A-T my nigga You know I got it, my nigga I'm on it, I make these niggas sick to they stomach Watch out for vomit Demolishin' every opponent All in the back but they frontin' Strap on my back like I'm huntin' I got the bars that they wantin' Like a salesman, spittin' to the days end Ridin' all these rhythms 'til the trails end. And if I'm money boy I'm talkin' beaucoup But don't try to be me, just do you I mean you had plenty swings at the pinata But I don't see no candy here, do you? My crew? Too cool Start a new Ice Age Your crew? So soft Kinda like light rain Whether the weather my brain Bringin' you lil niggas pain You pussies can't bear the strain Just like ya girl man Too many biters, not enough people writin' shit Buncha fake Spielbergs stealin' all the right scripts This here? Light work Smoked it. Black lips My shit? DatPiff Yo shit? Trash bin Baby baby, you know I leave 'em wantin' more Eat this beat like it's meat to a carnivorous dinosaur It's the G-Funk fella Representin' Minnesota all about the cheddar My collab bread'll Bring heat smack to ya face, feel better I'm in the motion, I been tokin', so the joker feelin' potent, I'ma roaster, I ain't jokin' Yeah I'm feelin' the gas, I hit it and pass I'm smokin' the grass, the green is the cash Packin' the brass, my hustle gon' last High at the class, I'm killin' so fast Funk mob. Greatest in the job My nigga A-T, confirmation for the G's My nigga ChocVillah whip it up for the team Fuck you lame niggas 'cause you up for defeat, peace King G, nigga This is what the truth brings It's the new things And you know we're back for more And how we do things Let the crew sing That you know we're back for more Nigga this our way Or the highway Or else you can't come back for more We know you like that Don't you fight back Just because we came back for more Life is such a bitch for what she brings me It's HB, It's A-T and we with King G I'll never let the fame try to change me How could you blame me? For tryna to stay me? We got Chocvillah on the beat Y'all get crushed by eight feet You niggas crazy? I'm givin' that ass a flash back I'm gettin' the fuckin' last laugh Not listenin' to your trash ass Your shit is just really that bad You never made cash before Unless you crashed a Porsche We're really back for more (I'm sayin') You never really deal with what I'm feelin' I got the Universe as my ceiling in my building I don't expect for you to understand But somehow, the norm, will get the upper hand I need a hundred grand For women to fuck with them And the shit is not enough Unless I'm above of them Hayes Blair Took some time to grow and now I'm back like I never left Tryna live without stress Lace up, take more steps Pushin' limits like a goal reachin' contest Back to breakin' backs like a lil bitch Wit a big chest The effervescence of my essence is just SO fresh When I walked in they were fightin' to get the pole next My squad got no frauds, just pure dopeness How could I die before I wake? I get's no rest Master my craft, teach niggas to pass all tests Bout to get the crew better reps than a fuckin' Bowflex Burned competition, now I'm back to clean the burnt flesh And leave behind my fly shit like I was in a birds nest Uhh And I heard you like ya turds fresh... nigga