[hook]
Trust me, you don't wanna come back
I will severe your limbs, then cut your throat open if you come back
(x2)
[verse 1]
I don't give a f** about what he said
Matter fact, the next time you look at his head you won't see sh** but his legs
Take his b**h, then she call me daddy and then she begs
f** the game like statutory, then I'll run up from feds
Move to Indy, put in work. DJ Yung 1, gets it first
Mark Battles will get it second but Ric Vasi gets it third
Slim Will packing, come out blasting, he will put you in the dirt
YB throwing deuces and believe me that sh** f**ing hurts
The Kid packing nines, don't piss him off; he'll make ‘em f**ing squirt
Then Jaro will come battle, go f** off before you get murked
Momma pushed a God out, I have been a legend since my birth
Even Satan cowers down every time I step foot on earth
[bridge]
I will spray, without saying… anything, then I'll go home
Pray, for good day… I hope that I don't have to shoot a dome
(x2)
[hook]
Trust me, you don't wanna come back
I will severe your limbs, then cut your throat open if you come back
(x2)
If you f** with my family, I will shoot you down dead
I will pull out .350's and then I'll aim it at your head
I will order 66 your a** and then I'll count my bread
It's that steady money, spending money on the f**ing meds
Gorilla Glue has got me loopy
Sit at tables, rolling doobies
Slumped on the couch watching movies
Who are you? You never knew me
Just a jabroni that's losing
f** a boujee b**h; no Coogi
Gucci flip flops – Diamonds, rubies
Gold and platinum; business booming
[hook]
Trust me, you don't wanna come back
I will severe your limbs, then cut your throat open if you come back
(x2)
[bridge]
I will spray, without saying… anything, then I'll go home
Pray, for good day… I hope that I don't have to shoot a dome
(x2)