Ciinco StreetBaby - Back at It Lyrics

I make a bitch fall in love with me I'ma be a bitch new drug
I make ha measure up all my lines I make a bitch pour mud
I bring the bitch out of town with me Yeah, I bring the bitch to my hood
Then have a round all the thugs You know that them niggas, they showin' me love
And they knowing what's up with me nigga
See that a nigga been solid and ain't never fold
You know ain't no punk in me, niggas These niggas ain't fight no more, gotta keep
You a pole Run up and I'm slumping ' a nigga

Can't be puttin' your faith and trust in none of these hoes
You know ain't no lovin' me No wifin' these bitches, they for the streets
Ciinco, streets You know I'm just bullshittin
I love my bitch and she love women Both love women, so we f*ck women

Got one in the headlock Mouth full of cock, other one tongue twisted
Feel like I've been on the block Runnin' from the cops, bitches got my lungs winded
Oops, I meant to say short winded, I done fell in love with short women
Tell them swimmers, that been swimmin' in your ocean You about to have a shark in it
Had to find the light the blunt went out
I don't know what you be talkin' bout But you better watch your f*ckin' mouth
Cause I got bitches that'll knock you out I got bitches that'll knock you out
I got bitches that'll swab it out I got bitches that'll flex on you

I got bitches that'll step on you I got bitches that'll set you up
Just for me to come and wet you up I got bitches that'll swab it out
I got bitches all in my house And they do that for Cinco
Told her that I'ma pull up, baby Send me the info, hope she a nympho

Asked me if I was scared Told her, baby, I'm ten toes Like I got ten golds
Surrounded by a bunch of bad bitches
Least ten hoes, whips new and clean
Ain't tinted, twelve thinkin' it's a rental Look up the tags, nigga, and drive past

Windows up, blowin' gas Hit a lick without a mask I'm shootin' everybody like a cast
She a gold digger, I'm a grave digger
He a coke sniffer, I'm a paid nigga B12 the coke, self-made nigga
He ain't even know he got played
I'm a real nigga, she mesmerized

You a squeal, you a testifier Fat pockets, don't exercise Got an extra bullet for your extra lies So dedicated, medicated
Tryna f*ck the game, tryna penetrate it No ghost writers, help me out no two cents, no instigatin'
We been grindin', been skatin
Been high, been faded
Bitch, if you want tips, touch your tiptoes
Then you get Ben Franklin Spit bars, Lord, boy, I'm outrageous
Spit to God boy he sent me straight to Satan Spit bars, boy, my shit raw
Balls in her jaws, bitch damn near castrate me

Hold up, wait, I just gotta get my cup I got some ice in my cup, but you know that
I really need mud
I'm back at this shit, back at this shit
Jon in this bitch, my bitch in this bitch She bad as a bitch, you know that she bad as a pit
Roll up a blunt or somethin', roll up a joint or somethin

Either way, fire up that doja
My method is better when loaded
I wake up to Mary like they do the Foldgers My cousin was trappin', my mama ain't like it
She told me that nigga gon' mold ya
Got off of my ass, got straight in them booth
And drop that EP told you, I told you
Never dropped a dime, never copped a line

From another rapper, y'all rappers mine Like three times, break fast, lunch, no, I
Can't forget supper time I'll meet your favorite rapper there
I treat your bitch like an acronym She shorty perfect for the perfect time
She on top of me like I'm the underline toting took, it's hammer time

Y'all rappers just fantasize Don't put me side-by-side by these rappers I'm the type of rapper that don't emphasize
If I quote it, then I wrote it, brody told
Me to hold it Heard that a hundred times
Still smiling, living in the dirty I can see the light through the roughest times

Ciinco Street, baby