Back atcha
Yellow G, Clue
Brooklyn...
I spit that murda murda murda, that mur-mur-mur-murda sh**
I spit that g-g-g, that g-g-g-gansta sh**
I spit that Brook-Brook-Brook, that Br-Br-Br-Brooklyn sh**
Ay, look
The streets talkin, they say I'm back lookin like me
I still got it, and ain't nobody took it from me
They sayin I'm nice, it's like I hit my prime twice
I'm not your cup of tea, I'm Patron, lime, ice
Mixed in a shaker, my style is like a chilled shot
Less burn, but I'm still hot
I charm your lady, then I strong arm your lady
Tell her deflate these balls one time for Brady
It's lines like that, make you rewind that back
I flip mine like crack, I'm trynna grind that back
You see, I've always been a hustla, cook it up for the customers
Kept workin the spot til it got muscular
Ya chick is a groupie, she could fit a tour bus in her
Matter fact, I heard she had the whole tour bus in her
You the type of s**a that fall in love and bust in her
When all it ever took was one spliff to bust a bust in her
Trustin her, thinkin that's your boo thing fam...
Now you know why she love the Wu-Tang Clan
She'd prolly f** anything with a new chain, man
So imagine what she'd do to 2 Chainz, damn...
f** it, time to pop the new swag off
I got the wave back, I took the doo rag off