Hit-Boy - I'm Back lyrics

Uh, do it even matter at all? Haven't dropped in two years, it don't even matter at all I spit fire (spitfire) like Ho-Sang, I'm back like Rogaine So gimme any chance and I'm never droppin' the ball "But you dropped it, you're not sick" Whatchu talkin' 'bout, I'm nauseous like I greened out on some bong rips Bomb chick, tried to warn her (Warner) on some Tron sh** Since I dropped sh** people hate me; be cautious Yeah yeah, that's it right now Hands up if your like is a trip right now Hands up if your life is a b**h right now And if you can't stand me then sit right down Whatever you wanna drink, sip right now Let loose for one night and just get right down Any insecurities that you may have Baby you should let 'em slip right now And I wrote this 30,000ft up Naw, seriously right now I'm f**ing 30,000ft up Let that beat bump hard like tree trunks Talkin' flights to L.A. with my feet up Ayo Kendall Jenner, let's meet up Cause I'm kinda cravin' Chinese lunch So you down? Definitely not But at least you know you're still hot Cause see I'd date you any day But that's not gon' happen anyway So I'll play something these hoes gon' like Drive whips I know they like Twista, you told 'em, right? I could make you a celebrity overnight Give you ice like Kobe's wife And we sorta like Goldie, right? The way we mode 'em, right I could make you a celebrity overnight Uhm, just kidding, I'm not famous I push a Jetta but I want Ranges Before you ask me what my name is That's W-to-the-double-A, b**h I'm back I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back I'm back I'm a suburban kid With a flow so sick like, "you ain't heard of it?!" Bullsh**, you be f**in' with the dopest like opiates And mostly the flow gets distorted like "oh sh**" I'm eighteen and my whip go VROOOMMMM Twenty-one, I want a noiseless Tesla I don't give a f** is my taste's expensive Yo I cook it up well, cause I'm boys with Spencer And my voice expensive Costs you twenty bucks for like forty seconds To be honest I don't really mean to brag at all, but.. You compared to the boy, man, you're surely second Hundred thousand views and I ain't close to earned a deal Drop mad dollars on some bottles just to show the turn up's real And man that's fun facts for you f** boys I could get Dani Nantais to go f** boys I don't talk music with f** boys And I don't talk clothing with f** boys Like what's up, boys? I don't do that (do that) You'z a f**in' liar homie, true dat (true dat) I bought a pet owl and made him bump J. Cole Just to ask about you and hear "who dat?" Like, like, who dat? who dat? b**h I got that flame Who dat? who dat? Man you're f**in' lame Who dat? who dat? Nothing was the same So don't you worry 'bout my muhf**in' name Just call me Wightmaan, what's up? Yeah And you can find me all online at listentowightmaan.com Like, what's up? Yeah Like, what's up? Yeah ..And I'm out..