Kage - Back On It lyrics

[Verse] Middle finger to the federal She ate me up like a edible Send a f**boy to the medical Calling the shots like a general Switch up the spot, it's too bait This b**h jarring like a toothache Young Pyrex boy and he whips yay Got more lines than a book page She see rubber bands on my wrist "Why you got those on your hands?" Sneak diss bro on your track, tell this punk pull up his pants Dip, splash, chest, back, someone call for a cab Get bagged and I don't say crap But if I get away, straight back to the cash Shot must've thinks he keeps belling me Pull up on opps what you telling me Nitty said he need some therapy I'll fix your problem like Jeremy f**ing a white b**h, Melanie And she's gonna bring her friend, that's Stephanie G... g... g... gang sh**, hotel suite, eating steak with a bad b**h Dress code: Mad ting. Bands: Elastic Can't spend dough, get it back in On the mains, ten toes, get it cracking f** a friend, I want all of the addicts Pack, came in, smashed it Your b**h, broski smashed it Don't try him 'cause you know he's on antics Run up in the sh**, don't do nothing drastic "Kage where the lean at?" "Drank it" One that chopped up the pack, now bank it Wrist, water, ship, sank it Wr... wr... wrap up the grub, no blanket Wrap up the grub, no present I bought her molly, not a present Bought a .28, smoked a 7 Bro got white like Heaven Bro got white like Helen He ain't a soldier, boy tell'em He ain't a soldier, boy tell'em True Religion, choice of denim People telling me "don't stop 'cause you're sick" B... b... bare calls on this Nokia brick I take the piss, but I think I'm the sh** I beat it up, she gave me licks Smoking on gas, got a farm Water wrist on my neck and my arm She licked her lips and said "I like your charm" If feds at the bando, ring off the alarm You bought her drinks, I bought the car But where am I going? Back to your yard Styrofoam, no gla** I used to lean in cla** Pour a 8, don't buy out the bar 20 yard dash out the car Life's a movie, play your part Four-figure shopping cart Been on my grind like Bart Money on point like a dart Talking loads, b**h, don't start She pop a pill and now she seeing stars I might cause a tragedy, up in the Magistrates' Like a fat boy, I be having weight Your b**h is a skeezer, nits call me 'geezer' Your b**h wet like Samarina Cash out, Miyagi, bando teacher Feds can't see me like Cena Persil pack, dope cleaner Platinum blunt, amnesia If I get a stain put the gang on it f** the bullsh** 'cuh I'm back on it f** the bullsh** 'cuh I'm back on it SoMoney Gang, yeah, we're back on it