K Sauce - Back In Lyrics

Aye cut off the f*ckin autotune n*gga
I'm comin' different on this motherf*cka'
Aye, Sauce Gang, YBF sh*t, you know the f*ckin vibes n*gga
You know how we comin'
Every song that I'm doin', it slap, slap, slap
F*ck with my Crips and my Slatt, Slatt, Slatts

Back in this b*tch
All my n*ggas is killers I promise they won't ever snitch
We getting rich
Made that lil' n*gga shut up
That n*gga talk too much sh*t
He really a lick
N*gga ain't with the sh*t
Say he trapping since he was like 6
That n*gga a b*tch
I be f*ckin with hittas, I promise them n*ggas don't miss
My Glock got a d*ck

If you really got it why you gotta flex
My n*ggas ballin' and still 'bout a check
Got so many shots, this extendo a rec
Too many b*tches, they for my n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas trappin', I'm in a sprinter
I'm doing shows, b*tch I ain't no beginner
Pray when I can, but I know I'm a sinner
I make a call and my n*ggas on go
Don't play with these n*ggas, can't f*ck with no h*e
Number one rule, act like you broke
Say f*ck it and go get a bag on the low
Ice on my neck
After I f*ck a b*tch, she be sayin' she cold
I said, "Baby you know I'm on froze"
That's the reason I keep me a pole
You didn't know

Back in this b*tch
All my n*ggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin rich
Made that lil' n*gga shut up, that n*gga talk too much sh*t
He really a lick
N*gga ain't with the sh*t, say he trappin' since he was like 6
That n*gga a b*tch
I be f*ckin with hittas, I promise them n*ggas don't miss
My Glock got a d*ck

I got h*es to the right and the left of me
Got too many, I need a vasectomy
Got my wrist in the pot with no recipe
N*gga hatin', his b*tch prolly slept with me
If you broke, then lil' n*gga don't sit with me
20 b*tches, they all wanna get with me
Talkin' sh*t but yo h*e want a pic with me
Fell in love with a b*tch and I'm f*ckin' too
Got yo h*e on my d*ck, what you wanna do
If I tell em to slide, then they comin' through
YBF been the family, they comin' too
And I ain't trying to sit here, I wanna move
That's the reason I'm finna drop out of school
N*ggas pocket watching, so I keep a tool
On yo couch and I smell like yo h*e perfume

Back in this b*tch
All my n*ggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin rich
Made that lil' n*gga shut up, that n*gga talk too much sh*t
He really a lick
N*gga ain't with the sh*t, say he trappin' since he was like 6
That n*gga a b*tch
I be f*ckin with hittas, I promise them n*ggas don't miss
My Glock got a d*ck