(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

6LACK, yeah Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops I remix your life like cut cocaine, it's all re-wrap Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you my detox Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the sweet spot Bet if we made love

Rock and Roll, Rock And I drink more than you And party harder than you do And my car's faster than yours too P.I.N.K. P.I.M.P I'm back again I know y'all missed me I'm so so sick can't handle it Yeah I talk shit just deal with it

Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun And all that shit we've done And you still won't know Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on A gamblin' wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell

Backtalk getting the best of you, Bitch we’re gonna fuck you up, Cowards trying to hide their face, Always talking shit but you can’t hide, But I think you’re out of luck today, But I think you’re out of luck Back and forth again, You’re always on to

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in