Yep, I'm Back

[Verse 1]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

[Hook][Verse 3]

Yep, I'm Back

Now everybody get your hands up

Now everybody get your hands up

More better, more chedder

I do the rose I am not a morretta

Challenge me with the bling these niggas know better

The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters

Hoes better have a fall back attack

I come through like a funeral all black on black

Couple 6-deuces all back to back

Few flying Spur, all back to back

We the Duncan and them

When it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them

（Nahh） I ain't talking doughnuts

I'm talking white ones like the Nike low cuts

You couldn't see me if ya stood on ya tippy toes

But you could smell this Cali Kush with the zippy closed

You don't skip me though, seats is peanut butter

You've never seen a stutter like Fid-Di-Di-Di-Damn

[02:24.29][01:12.56]Yup I'm back stuntin, yup I'm back frontin

[02:26.96][01:14.87]Yup I'm somebody who made somthin outta nothing

[02:29.98][01:18.07]Yup I know ya see something that you're wantin

[02:33.05][01:21.07]It's just something about me, ya can't go without me y'all

[02:37.26][01:25.12]Said ya can't go without me y'all

[02:40.20][01:28.04]Said ya can't go without me y'all

[02:43.10][01:30.75]Now everybody get yo hands up

[02:46.22][01:34.21]Now everybody get yo hands up

More stuntin' more frontin'

How he getting it homie, show something

You can ask about him, he go hard

With that A-M-E-X negro card

Last time I was seen in a strip club

Rain, I hurricane Katrina'd the strip club

May I say I made a way

Stay fly till the day I fade away

Hey I pray I stay out of a haters way

Let me pull like A.I. just get to the point

Let me hear him say I when he spit to the joint

You gonna hear him spray blah when I get to the joint

And the blind magazine that them niggas with Fab is gone

Come like them dudes came for Tony at the Babylon

Rapid fire when you know a rapper flyer

The L-O-S-O, I guess no

More wining, more dining

More slow wining them gangstas throw signs in

I cant help that the chain is so shining

And that the shit on my wrists is just co-signing

They don't search us, they know we got the flamers

Still let us slide through the door like Kramer

I believe in God, but my true religion

Is stuffin big faces down in these true miligions

We everywhere you ain't never there

New coupes shine like patent leather airs

Pushin something we ain't got our names on

Two 0-7's neither one of us is James Bond

We in the V-I-P's with the big names

Findi aviators with the big frames

The streets is watchin, hood is lookin

Brooklyn's back and look how good I'm lookin