Came Back

Came back for the night
For the night
She came back for the night
For the night

Came back for the night
She came back for another pipe
She came back for another life
She came back for another night

Came back in the same night
Can I get another fucking bite
Can I have another fucking fight
I don‘t fucking do that shit twice

Neck cold like October
Angel and a demon on my shoulder
I stay the same while I‘m getting older
They gon' light you like a soldier

I had to pay for this shit
I‘m gonna loos a lot of shit
Ain't no regrets

She mad but she don‘t know me
She bad I don‘t like a pony
When I‘m hungry I get macaroni
And I put shots in that bih like Kobe

They hit my phone they wanna control me
Im so high you can never own me
It gets quiet every time i step in
I got my eye you know It‘s a blessing

Nah nah nah nah
My neck bussin' like a fucking star
I go up I fly high in the sky
We stay up today
No good night

Fly

Aye men
Lately I've been feeling crazy
About all that shit

I don‘t really
With these
Niggas
I don‘t
With these
Bitches

And I don‘t do the same shit
Because I think different
I move different

I don‘t, with these fake Faces
Most people got new relations
Trust me I don‘t want to hit the brake
She scream the lyrics loud
While I hit the cake

Yeah she with it
Sing shit while Hit it
Niggas in my dm get the fuck out of my business

Take your jacket all that shit gon' get frosty
They knocked on my door but they don‘t wanna bust me
I stay up all night, my head spin around
But my mind it stay tight got my ass on the ground

Here we go
It‘s a nigga making money on the low
Spend a couple hundreds on a toe
Never waste time on a hoe
Yeah I get served for the low

Feed them so they talk the whole night
Eat it up I like it tight
Yeah they callin' but I don‘t pay no mind

And I don't care if ain't no body on my side
I don't care if you get left cuz i was right

And all my bitches and my diamonds yeah they bite
Im moving with the older you get popped like the sprite

Boom it gave me the rest
Toolie undercover on my chest
My brain yeah they wanna test it
But they just seeing all the mess

Bitch fuck them dollars
My main hoe is solid
Got drip on my body
And smoke on exotics

Poppin‘ all these bottles
Never paid a single dollar
Now I‘m fucking on a model
I‘m a Baller

Yeah I do all the steps
No rules round your head
You got no clue bout my back
Never knew that I attack

You got no clue bout my back
Hop in a coupe its all black
Paris went hard got jet lag
Had a lotta lotta racks in my back pack

Niggas in my ears they tellin' me that im the shit
Sayin' aye man you're humble

Pussy I look you In your eyes
You can't even speak
That shit sounds like you're mumblin'

Damn that shit sounds like you mumblin'
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the wrist never with a bitch
So I stopped hunting

And I go hard now that shit bussin'
Pull up to the crib we don‘t let the bus in

I just came up from the bottom
Now Im fucking on a Model
Body shaped like coca cola bottles
I asked for some time and she told me I got it

Fuck them niggas my name Beak
I‘m next up don‘t gotta speak
I make money when I sleep

Oh mih oh migh
I see you and grab your thighs
Oh mih oh migh
I see you and grab your thighs

Here we go
It‘s a nigga making money on the low
Making money on the low
On the Low