6MR j.j. - Bac In

Nigga i be up, im finna re-up
What you need, what you need
Nigga i be up, im finna re-up
What you need, what you need

I'm a busy bee movie, gotta fill my toomy
Got a big black booty on my lil wife, sue me
Getting Soulja Boy zooted, nigga St. louis-rooted
But I'm NY bound, why not make sound
Getting paper together, gotta move that around
This beat too slick, like an evening gown
I can leave your bitch alone once I leave the town
Right now, she showing a good time like Drake
I used to live in the cyph, never rhymed on tape
I was biting whole verses in 2008
Getting love from the plugs made me want it even more
Never gave me a key, i had to kick in the door
Fuck tough nigga shit, i'm the best damn rapper
They bust it in the air, they don't even mind clapping
I was too damn rare, bae pink on the inside
JJ no square, hit text, then slide
Must have latex, no kids, no job
All work, no sleep, count sheep, Bo-Peep
Buzzing off a light beer, hard-head nigga like Rex
Keep all the receipts, yeah i read your text
And i'm balling for keeps, bounce pass, no checks
I ain't had no static since my last arrest
When a cop thought he could grab a nigga by the chest
I feel too blessed
Speak my name in jest, like a wiseguy, know that imma hear it on the back end
Backwoods stuffed with the green, do a backspin
Thought that we was gone, hell naw, nigga back in, back in, back in, aye

Written by:
Jarris Williams

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