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back on that sh!t - trdee lyrics

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[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
back on that, phew
i’m back on my sh*t
back on that sh*t
back on that sh*t
don’t give a f*ck ’cause i’m back on that sh*t (phew, phew)
back on my sh*t

[verse]
back on that sh*t, back on that sh*t
tint it up, big body, ridin’ like the president
i’m a legend where i’m from, feel like michael vet’
always hatin’ on the gang, you gon’ die a b*tch
lucki on me, might just pop you just like some tylenol
b*tch get on top and make it bounce like a basketball
i used to have nothin’ so i gotta ball
i don’t scam rap and got me up like some adderal
we gon’ send him up like the house from that movie
only time he shot a gun was on call of duty (lamе)
i heard that you be around rats, ratatouille
nah, i’m just mе and my dawgs, i’m like stewie
you back on that sh*t, boy
i be always strapped up like a cowboy
if you see me, i ain’t never got security
’cause what i just said i really meant literally
what you mean you don’t like this? your music taste suck (what you mean?)
let me be the one to tell you, “put that pape’ up” (put it up)
can’t believe you put that on your shoes, fake as f*ck
man, this b*tch ain’t got no ass, get your cake up
woke up feelin’ good, now i’m back on my sh*t
she gon’ try to tag along ’cause she know my life lit
all these n*ggas do is troll, i’m just tryna get rich
you ain’t even got a pole, actin’ like you got a bl!ck
b*tch took my soul, hit me with the fatality
i was all in that b*tch mouth like a cavity
d*mn, what i’m smokin’ got me flowin’, resist gravity
i ain’t finna argue with you, b*tch, i blow your salary
chicken on me, got a ten*piece wing deal
made me come fast, lil’ b*tch got sk!ll
i know that n*gga fake, real recognize real
i’ma need some m’s if they comin’ with a deal
ain’t goin’ on the shelf, i’m a number one stunna
don’t n0body listen to your music, what a bummer
pull up in a big body jeep, this ain’t no hummer
i ain’t goin’ broke, man, i put that on my mama
watch where you goin’, you ain’t steppin’ how i’m steppin’
turn back around, i can’t leave without my weapon
i just want some head, ain’t no point in gettin’ naked
she don’t give a f*ck about a n*gga, i respect it
[outro]
i’m back on that sh*t
back on my sh*t
don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, i’m back on my sh*t
i’m back on that sh*t
don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, i’m back on my sh*t (hot, hot)
back on my sh*t
back on my sh*t

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