Back From The Dead

Riding in a ghost, the hood know me well

This shit hard to find, this that Holy grail

Court side seat, so close it's like we know the players

But I am a player too, my jersey in the booth

Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci puffer coat

****, I'm in my bag, I brung enough for us both

You fucking with the goat

Uh, fuck, ****, riding in a vett

Every time I hit the gas, it make her pussy wet

How Yung Bleu got all those millions

He ain't went viral yet, no, I don't be on TikTok

But I have Sierra Leone diamonds is in this wrist watch

We did the impossible, told my ****, "Lock and load"

We got drums in this bitch like rock and roll

AR bullets run through **** like we were in through obstacles

Fuck we fighting for? Step on a **** like a cockroach

I fuck with Mexicans from Mexico, they kill you, Vamonos

We jump off the porch like Geronimo like any Miny more

I look over my shoulder, more than a **** drop the soap

Bitch, you nasty, real nasty, nastier than guacamole

I'm so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

See you pussies in the afterlife, we at your casket closing

Home invasion, check the front door, and see if the back is open

Be aware, don't be lacking focus, they might crack you open

Racked up money on your head, fuck ****

I come alive, come back from the dead fuck ****

You scared for ****

And let the street say, "Amen"

What you want to do?

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

This is the intro, ****

He on the list, so get his info, pull a kick door, ****

How you gon' run be on your ass like a nympho ****

New real estate, no, estate you can't find this shit on Zillow, ****

I had the ups, couldn't even slide, he had his kiddos with him

New rental car, I cop in my bitch name the window tinted

BIG BLEU, the big old menace

New magazine Stendo on the Glock shoot you like gasoline

We trying to rob everything, we ain't nothing but a pack of thieves

I'm riding with a Kodak killer, these bitches be mad and bitter

They don't know about Jeremy Biddle, I came from rags to riches

****, I ain't scared to get you

I was in here with the roaches and rats

I'ma go like a soldier in Iraq

Tell these **** I don't want to interaction

More transactions

Fuck, ****, I need more transactions

Racked up money on your head fuck ****

I come alive, come back from the dead fuck ****

You scared fuck ****

And let the street say, "Amen"

What you want to do?

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it

Run this money up, run it, run this money up, run it