At It Again

Lyrics

Mm, mm (brr)
 Do the thing (do the thing, ay)
 Brr (brr)
 Get up, brr
 I'm out on bail, I let them crocs catch me, won't happen again
 And I was taught to get the last lick, I gotta get revenge
 Count a brick up in the bed while this hoe rubbin' on my skin
 'Bout that dough, we get it in, just the front gleamin', Benjamin
 In the ocean on the jet ski, who thought I would level in?
 Been with my Draco so long, think we startin' to look like twins
 Bumpers scream, lot of retusin' in the back of our new van
 Two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence
 I'ma run from my AP before I go and pay the script
 He out on bail then right back, scrapped up with a stone, he newly offend
 Know I'm livin' what I'm rappin' 'bout, they saw I can't pretend
 Thousand dollar Glock upon my hip, don't need to say what gen
 Shoot the spray when I say, "Smear", they gon' shoot 'til I say, "Stop"
 Put yo' low homie to sleep, you musta heard we got it wrong
 I'm still mad them bitches leaked all of my songs when I got lost
 I just hopped up off a PJ and went straight back to the block
 In the early morn', in PJ, they lead me on with a Glock
 Catch a victim in the club, we take his pockets and his watch
 Crazy how none of my niggas die when they was on my watch
 The night my nigga Neil got locked, my day one turned into a cop
 Niggas playin', we get them shot, I told the child where the bomb start
 Whenever I come through the door, I bet they go make sure it's locked
 Very nervous in those shots, it's true you ain't one of my army
 I ain't never pass you to the crew, you ain't one of my thot
 Drippin' in the lady fast, so she gon' fuck up what I'm layin'
 Laughin' at the industry, they fucked around and let us in
 All these niggas savin' hoes need to team up with Clark Kent
 She said, "I'll give you head while you drive as long as you got ten..."
 I'm out on bail, I let them crocs catch me, won't happen again
 And I was taught to get the last lick, I gotta get revenge
 Count a brick up in the bed while this hoe rubbin' on my skin
 'Bout that dough, we get it in, just the front gleamin', Benjamin
 In the ocean on the jet ski, who thought I would level in?
 Been with my Draco so long, I think we startin' to look like twins
 Bumpers scream, lot of retusin' in the back of our new van
 Two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence
 No two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence
 I'ma run from my AP before I go and pay the script
 Thousand dollar Glock upon my hip, don't need to say what gen (brr)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:34
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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