Back At It - Key Glock

I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I’m gone with the wind, uh, uh, yo

I’m rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz, uh, uh, yo

This money got me in a trance, I’m goin' in, pockets full of Benjamins

Everybody watchin' him, he ballin' again, damn, Glock 'bove the rim

Better put that shit on film (Uh), bitch, I got skills, young nigga flexin',

no gym

Don’t give a fuck how you feel, you know what it is, uh, uh, nigga

Yo (Yeah), everybody cut-throat (Cut-throat, yeah)

Everybody on go mode (Everybody), whole gang on go-go (Go, gang)

Got aim like Rambo (Yeah, bow), yo, big Ks, they jumbo (Big ol' K)

Them thangs hold hunchos (Yeah, woo, pow, pow, pow, pow), yo

Back at it again, uh, my new bitch a ten and she ain’t got no friends (My new

bitch)

But she pop her lil' pills (Pop) and I crack all these seals so I cannot trip

(Yeah)

Codeine what I sipped up, ain’t shit changed, still keep that thang right here

Up on my hip, I just beat a case, I got caught ridin' 'round

With them thangs in my whip (My whip), uh, nigga, I was sticked up (Sticked up,

yeah)

Plenty sticks, yup (Yeah), they legit, but, uhh (Legit)

You know how twelve act (How?) when they see us (Damn)

Man, fuck them thangs (Fucked up shit)

Uh, yeah, fuck twelve, uh, yeah

Fuck jail, hold it down, never tell

If you can, make that bail

Pockets swell, God damn, I been gettin' it, can’t you tell?

Hell yeah, I’m a playa, still ain’t been to Himalayas

Yeah, bitch, I’m from South Memphis, all we know is drugs and killin'

I forgot to mention pimpin', thank God I came out them trenches

Yeah, it’s one hell of a feelin' when you talk pennies to millions (Pennies to

millions)

Uh, back at it again (Back, yuh)

I told my niggas quit playin', let’s run up the Ms (Yeah, stop playin' with 'em)

I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I’m gone with the wind (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt,

uh)

Yo, I’m rollin' them blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Maybach Benz)

(Back, in the back of the Maybach)

Uh, back at it again, yuh

I told my niggas quit playin', let’s run up the Ms (Ayy, uh, yo)

I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I’m gone with the wind (Hop in some' fast),

yeah

I’m rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Uh, uh, back-to-back)