The Boys Are Back In Town

Aye, b****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a f***in' fruit basket

Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it

I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses

Don't think nobody gonna f*** with me like I do

Look at me killin' it

Motherf***ers always talkin', but, damnit, I'm high too

That means I don't give a f***

Yeah, I wanna stunt

I make your salary thrice in a month

I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts

And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Ramirez with your b****

Ride in the back of the truck with the pump

With a mask coverin' my face

Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh

Inside of the cutty, one thing on my waist

Kick in the door, point me to the safe

F***in' imposters, I'm one of the best

Heat-seekin' missiles, I load up and hit you

I carry the coffin and drop it in grave, ho

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Pouya with your b****

I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment

I'm pullin' up to Gravy mama house with perfect etiquette, lil' b****

(Hey, Mom, look, the boys are back in town)

Lil' b****, f*** that

They been tryna kill me 'cause my buck's fat

My new b**** so thick

That I got lost up in the butt crack

I'm ready to get my gloves back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off their love pack

I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

Smokin' up on that twamp sack

Cut back in the 'Lac, off the Prozac

Pimpin' these b****es, I'm breakin' them off

As they hangin' up off my nut sack

Baby, bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah

Hold up, Ricky, Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

You ain't with the s***s, you ain't with the s***s

Trippy with your b****

Mozzarella, marinara

Put that s*** up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera, uh

Only flexin' 'cause I gots to

Bought some dope and made it water

Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner

Come for your mother and daughter

Puffin' the indica harder

I just f***ed your b**** in the back of my '96 DeVille

Aye, b****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a f***in' fruit basket

Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it

I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes

Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic, b****