I'm Back Bitches

"Aight, I aint wrote shit in a while, ya know, been thinking bout shit, and ya know what? I'm a new person, fuck, all that time I spent with her, and now I feel good ya know? Fuck me hehe... damn bitch, I'm back bitches..."

I'm back bitches, ain't nothing stopping me now, all you bitches better fucking bow

I'm back bitches, still smoking, still drinking, I got your bitch choking, damn she be dripping

All youse thought I was dead, but the loyal ones didn't forget

Stub out my cigarette, all the traitors be filled with dread, aye aye

Working on being happy, fuck now she calling me daddy

I'mma make all these bitches tight, wake up now I take flight

Aye aye, fucking on your bitch with the iced out chains

Bitches just get jealous cuz they ain't got the fame

Mixing that codeine, sipping that lean, you so skint you sniffing gasoline

Damn, the haters wanna be me, ain't nobody seen me

Tinted windows on my limousine, lungs filled with nicotine, put your head on the guillotine

Beheaded you are, bitch I'm respected

I knew that fame was infected, but it ain't what I expected

Shoot down all the competition, first place is my fucking position, aye aye

I'm back bitches, ain't nothing stopping me now, all you bitches better fucking bow

I'm back bitches, still smoking, still drinking, I got your bitch choking, damn she be dripping

I aint no flexer of the century, but I flex enough to make you worry

Your bitch a gold digger, your bitch is thirsty

Thirty bands on the kitchen table, my mind used to be unstable

Thirty bands on the kitchen table, who knew flexing was fatal

Aye aye, thirty, aye aye, thirty bands on the table

Thirty grand on the table, got people on my demand, do anything on my command

Thirty fucking bands, I'm back bitches, I'm back with riches

I'm back and vicious, now tell me, what you want for Christmas?