[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)