Never thought I was comin' home

Now we got it goin' on

I'm back, ****

Aye, bitch, I'm back, ****

If I ain't fuckin' off a Perc, then I'm bussin' fast

I'm the type to make yo' baby momma pump the gas

Jump out yo' bushes, early morning while you dump the trash

In yo' yard with leaf-blower like I'm cuttin' grass

It's grow season, I'm cuttin' weed like a landscaper (I'm a landscaper)

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer (I'm the band-chaser)

.40 jumpin' off my palm, it's a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot about lil' Bris, 'cause she a Xan-taker

That bitch forgot about lil' Bris, 'cause she be doin' drugs

I caught us forty cal snail the shells, shootin' slugs

Ain't too many from the fruits, 'cause we recruitin' thugs (We recruitin' ridge)

Don't bring that **** to the hood, we ain't through with blood (They can do the shit)

'Cause markish **** do the job from the inside

Screw a potato on the barrel, it make french fries

Knock a hoe when I see one, I got pimp eyes

You can ride the wave, brodie, just don't dick ride

If I ain't off a Perc, I prolly bust in forty seconds (How 'bout forty seconds)

Oh, you ain't know it's ridge the gang, I'm from 42nd

Front line like all the time, with no homies steppin'

Outside with high-point if that's the only weapon

When I'm thuggin' with my roosters, I be chasin' chicken

She know I'm different when she suck me, she can taste the difference

Fifty round Andre drummin', and you gon' play the pistons

I ain't pimpin', but this game I'm spittin', make 'em listen (For my momma)

If I ain't fuckin' off a Perc, then I'm bussin' fast

I'm the type to make yo' baby momma pump the gas

Jump out yo' bushes, early morning while you dump the trash

In yo' yard with leaf-blower like I'm cuttin' grass

It's grow season, I'm cuttin' weed like a landscaper (I'm a landscaper)

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer (I'm the band-chaser)

.40 jumpin' off my palm, it's a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot about lil' Bris, 'cause she a Xan-taker

He put my name in his song, and got his clout stole

In Iraq, you need a stick, this the South Pole

And quittin' politickin' fishin' through the mouse-hole

It get cold when cell livin' be on household (But I'm out of Perc)

At any minute it can go up in the chow hall (Yes, it can)

I took a strike that I ain't want, like a foul ball (Not again)

Not a pimp, but got a bitch that's on the out-call (No, I'm not)

Fuckin' with these snake **** be my downfall (Yes, it do)

Runnin' fades in the bounty like who next in line (Aye, who need that?)

Sittin' back this petty shit'll get you extra time (For my momma)

You better hope you fuck the bitch if you message mine (Hey, don't message)

'Cause I'm the type to fuck a wife that had a desperate mind (I'm textin' her)

Baby booty juicy, he saw I call her bootylicious

Seem weird, but even wetter when she do the dishes (On my momma)

I be swimmin' in her river like a pool of fishes (Yes, I do)

Playin' tug-of-war with these hoes, I be pullin' bitches

If I ain't fuckin' off a Perc, then I'm bussin' fast

I'm the type to make yo' baby momma pump the gas

Jump out yo' bushes, early morning while you dump the trash

In yo' yard with leaf-blower like I'm cuttin' grass

It's grow season, I'm cuttin' weed like a landscaper (I'm a landscaper)

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer (I'm the band-chaser)

.40 jumpin' off my palm, it's a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot about lil' Bris, 'cause she a Xan-taker