The Boys Are Back In Town

[Intro: Yung Gravy]

Ayy

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]

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

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

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

I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]

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

Look at me killin' it, mother****ers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too

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

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]

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

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, RAMIREZ with your ***** (Woah)

[Verse 4: RAMIREZ]

Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face

Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh

Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist

Kick in the door, point me to the safe

****in' the posters up with all the bass

Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you

I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, Pouya with your *****

[Verse 5: Pouya]

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

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

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

[Verse 6: Yung Gravy]

Lil' *****, **** that

They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat

My new ***** so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack

[Verse 7: TrippyThaKid]

I'm ready to give my guns back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off that love pack

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

[Verse 8: RAMIREZ]

Smokin' up on that swamp sack

Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac

Pimpin' these *****es, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack

[Verse 9: Pouya]

Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah

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

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, Trippy with your *****

[Verse 10: TrippyThaKid, Yung Gravy, & RAMIREZ]

Mozzarella, marinara

Put that shit up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera, uh

Only flexing '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

[Interlude: Pouya]

I just ****ed your ***** in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo)

[Verse 11: Yung Gravy]

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

You be lookin' sweet like a ****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

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