back to back on my bullshit
i'm goin' back to back to back on my bullshit
they gon' think it's luck
gotta hit 'em with the repeat
gotta flood the streets till they knee deep
all this fly shit don't be cheap
all these bad bitches that we keep 'round
pockets gotta be deep now
you a r.i.c.o. lower case
not from chicago but too shy to speak
i'm murcielago and you dry your feet
i'm that ball in the hood
new lamb truck got the ball in the hood
black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood
got the ball sittin' good
ice my shit like i just sprained this
plain jane and that bitch stainless
shorty talkin' this language
she gon' switch lanes quick
do you wanna boss up or just change shifts?
pretty little joint and she gets things lit
baby got a crew on some rich gang shit
pnb and meek muzzled the same bitch
you tryna be on the team or the mascot?
wanna be the first lady or the last thot?
i'm paying dwayne wade but i flash knots
i thought you coulda been jordan
found out that you wasn't even ben gordon
i cannot bullshit on none of y'all
i got a bullseye on some of y'all
i feel like michael in '95
back on my bullshit this summer