The Boy's Back
By
Asco
Album
Perfect Timing
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Look, the boy back man fresh up out the bing
I was doin' porridge for like six on the wing
And all now these niggas can't see the kid
I be cuttin' through the city, limo tints on the Sprints
Thirty quid in pinks and it's on me like my bling
There's thirty in this clip and it's on me like my ting
I don't know what the fuck these niggas think
I don't trap no more, I'm in the middle makin' drinks
Bucked a couple real ones on the bid and made the link
Then we touched road and buss jokes about the clink
Then we fine dined and made a toast to the wins
I ain't in the mix, I'm with the missus in the sticks
No longer on the strip, I'm in this bitch makin' hits
You know me, I stay stackin' up them chips
I'm tryna cop that crib for like one-point-six
So gettin' to the Mully nigga never been a thing
I just need my niggas to stay loyal in this ting
I just need my bitch to answer when a nigga ring
See that line super thin when it comes to the love and hate
It got sticky like cling when them niggas caught that case
Like a fat kid, the way a nigga love this cake
But I hustled for this shit, why the fuck they wanna hate?
Where the fuck were they when a nigga was on his face?
But they were 'round the table when the bread was on the plate
Couple, couple times, broke bread with a couple fakes
But nowadays, me and them never in the same place
They still stuck in their ways, I had to get up out of there
From a juvenile, my nigga, I been a thousandnaire
From a juvie, I was preein' M's
And I'm really from my ends, still pull up in the Benz
Nothin' less than ten, then go times that by ten
I got 'em all pissed, that's why I ain't got no friends
I gave them all this inspiration but it never made a difference
They never got it true, they never saw the vision
They got all that information 'cause your nigga started snitchin'
And he ain't bustin' case 'cause his man's be the witness
Crackers on my back 'cause of intel
I had them crackheads comin' back to back for this fish scale
I made a quick seven bills from like six sales
Niggas can't get back on board 'cause that ship sailed
I got 'em all mad, now it's home time
Did a quick six and a bit like I don't know time
Hit the ground runnin', then ran it up in no time
Now I'm back at their necks like a bow tie
Loud packs only, I ain't never did a coke line
I made a killin' in the trap of them O lines
Now I'm killin' this rap shit, that's my old grind
I ain't takin' nuttin' less than twenty when it's showtime
