[Verse 1: Milot]
We all sinners, God forgive us
I got a team and its all full of k**ers
See we riding
Why you hiding?
Come on out motherf**a get It poppin'
We can talk somethin' or we can walk somethin'
We can pop off out-line chawk somethin'
I got a mean b**h, she steady on the grind
Shes always bustin' and loadin' and steady getting mine
Black truck pull up somebodys getting stuck
Fingerf**ing my b**h somebody's outta luck
She getting nut any time I finger fidgets
Im all about the money and she all about the digits
So tell me where the cash fore I get ready your a**
I get the bustin the s**ers is breathing on their last
So here we go all you wax take a dirt-nap
Peep what the game was missing and put the G back
[Hook : Milot]
Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap
Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap
Black truck black shades black clip in my gat
Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
HAHAHAHA
(wait a minute motherf**er)
[Verse 2: Milot]
Dipped in all black, hoodies and all that
Point 5 0 warn on side of my gat
TBA stitched up on the side of my hat
We ridin now tell me where these haters's at
I brought it back for them real motherf**ers who still down
Im in New York motherf**er we still crowned
Im hell bound so enough with the preaching
Two soldiers in the truck, we crawlin and creeping
Peepin for p**y that was leaking, some information to the feds
About how someone saw him doin bets
No matter the cause you know the outcome is
Keep your mouth shut if you ain't ready for this
Lifes short man Im trinna see these days out
And if you get in the way you get laid out
So bear witness to the dope this f**ing rhyme I wrote
Takin off my cope clearing my throat
[Hook: Milot]
Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap
Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap
Black truck black shades black clip in my gat
Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
[Verse 3: Milot]
I'm tired of hearing about all these f**ing ex-girls
I'm tired of watching motherf**ers make their next twirl
I'm tired of watching rappers tryin to spit romance
Lets get it together this ain't a f**ing slow dance
Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap
Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap
Black truck black shades white in all black
Just like my president I was having sin
To save the game from trynna be a relevant
It ain't the same, where the f** all the rappers went
These motherf**ers singing love songs
Got to admit, somewhere down the line we dont went wrong
Im sending out to them blacked out riders
Just in case these motherf**ers forgot us
So load up some clips ready your clicks
And lets show these motherf**ers how we do this sh**
[Hook: Milot]
Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap
Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap
Black truck black shades black clip in my gat
Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
Life's short son Im trynna see these days out
Get out the way or get laid out
[Outro: Unikatil]
Yea, the real original TBA, me and Milot, Unikatil and Milot
Nobody can f** wit this sh**, we still doin it, haha
Often imitated , never duplicated
And always hated
b*tch!