Andrew Wermer - Coming Back (Ain't Right) lyrics

[Intro] What's-What's-W-What's Drew without the love of rap? Q without the bucket hat T.I.P without the rubber band Pac without the stomach tat Woo, (what?) He coming back (x4) [Verse 1] Huh?.. wait what?.. you said you spit them bars right? You ain't playing your cards right you queen, I'm living that star life What you mean? I ball like shooting a free-throw with chemo I spit lethal, got that crack coming out these speakers, grab your needle I'm so dope with it, looking like your town had the pope visit when I'm touching down Trunk rumble like thunder clouds, walk around looking like a hundred thou Nobody's gonna hold me back, but my clique gonna hold me down Charge an ounce for a bar, a verse I'm charging by the pound Aww, no Grammy's, yet I still grab mo' panties Her head game so sweet, you'd of thought she's rocking them Skull Candy's Magic and Ca**ius, got a sick hook for these catfish That trap ish gymnastics, I make that bird do a back-flip Like man, ain't that sick? somebody call the doc or nurse Pockets are about to burst, outfit flyer than a flock of birds Hol-Hold up, why you asking all them questions? Like oh my, you get no reply, well... unless it's [Hook] What's Drew without the love of rap? Q without the bucket hat T.I.P without the rubber band Pac without the stomach tat (tat) He coming back (back) He coming back (back) He coming back What's Drew without the love of rap?! Nah, That ain't right! (x3) What's Drew without the love of rap?! Nah, That ain't right (x3) Oh god! He coming back! [Verse 2] Aww, pardon me? You like bragging and boasting While this flow can clog your arteries, need atherosclerosis Got your girl attached to my scrotum, that-that-that-that's the reason I go hard These raw bars gave her lockjaw, she gave me head to my own song I call that meta-foreplay, tell me what's your forte? I spit game to this Spanish chick, that's ESPN Deportes I'm running this game like Forte, Bear Down Chicago I'm pouring out Moscato in that Murciélago With a Victoria model, but she ain't keeping no secrets Cause homie that's the motto, "if you can't live it, don't speak it" Her prom dress be breaking (woo), them back seats be squeaking (woo) I Mike Jack in the back of the Jag, that glove covered in sequins Like man, that ain't right, swimming in a tank full of great whites Looking like this can't be real, no way, this ain't life Hol-Hold up, why you asking all them questions? Like oh my, you get no reply, well... unless it's [Hook] [Bridge] Hold up! What's Kim without the video? Nick without the Gigolo? Deuce without the Bigalow? TV without Arsenio? Woo, Wit-Without Bad Boy no B.I.G, RIP (RIP) Wit-Without Left-Eye no TLC, RIP (RIP) Woo, no Federline without Britney (nah), no Dirty Money without Diddy (nah) No me without making some sort of history I said, Jackson without Gordy and Jordan without Jackson All of these statements relate to the same question they asking [Hook] (Repeat 2nd half)