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Yeah, we gon' take it back to 2004 real Quick. I don't care if I got a problem with You from 2004. You know what it is. He thinking that it's All a game like we won't react. He feeling cocky like he free to talk behind My back. But he don't know who all I Know, and when they catch him lack. I promise when he leave, he ain't never coming Back. He thinking that it's all a game like We won't react. He feeling cocky like he free To talk behind my back. But he don't know who all I know, and When they catch him lack. I promise when he Leave, he ain't never coming back. I swear to God, I promise I just want A regular life. Don't ever want any drama, Ain't never trying to fight. Just wanna kick it and make money for shit That I write. But when you cross me, don't Be acting like you surprised. I'll make a couple calls, spend a bit of Money acting like it's cool. You be sending death threats, I don't say nothing To you. Smiling to myself, knowing that them boys On a mission. And when I hear you finally Gone, I don't feel no different. They'll follow you out the club onto the highway. Shoot out your back wheels, telling you to drive Straight. A knock up on your front door like, "It's a delivery." Soon as you open, I guarantee You gon' remember me. Murder all my enemies, I don't forget a single Thing. Treating guns like ignored calls, They just let 'em ring. Your funeral gon' be beautiful, and I'm loving that. 'Cause when you take it to that level, ain't No coming back. He thinking that it's all a game like we Won't react. He feeling cocky like free to talk Behind my back. But he don't know who all I know, and when they catch him lack. I promise when he leave, he ain't never coming Back. He thinking that it's all a game like We won't react. He feeling cocky like he free to talk behind My back. But he don't know who all I Know, and when they catch him lack. I promise when he leave, he ain't never coming Back. Yeah. It's a reunion in this bitch. 859 to the 615. You already know. Ha. Get 'em, Puff. I'm from the gutter where you can't move around Without that cutter. Nah. Niggas pull up with them Sticks and make 'em st-st-stutter. Stutter. I throw up C's, he throw up B's, And that's my real brother. Yeah. And if it come down to it, we Gon' try to kill each other. Hey. Been smoking on opp packs, we got old Bodies, ho. What? These niggas is not that. Nah. But y'all know how that go. You know. Taking my block back, shooting it out With five-o. Death to my rivals, It's all about survival. Hey. If you were in the car with him, You are held liable. Yeah. I'm hollering out, "Die, ho," while I'm Swinging this rifle. Penitentiary niggas rolling blunts out the Bible. I'm just tryna make it home, so where my Knife go? Ooh. Chopper knock your stomach off Looking like Lyfe Po. He ain't got no life insurance, though, better call Geico. Yeah. Call the case, I'm selling my Chevy, here's the Title. Ayy. I'm your role model, and El Chapo Is my idol. It's Puff. He thinking that it's all a game like we Won't react. He feeling cocky like he free to Talk behind my back. But he don't know who all I know, and When they catch him lack. I promise when he Leave, he ain't never coming back. He thinking that it's all a game like we Won't react. He feeling cocky like he free to Talk behind my back. But he don't know who All I know, and when they catch him lack. I promise when he leave, he ain't never coming Back.
Tres Aurland, Young Buck — No Comin' back
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