Back On It - Zaytoven, Offset, Young Scooter

Yeah, haha

You already know it’s that muh’fuckin' Trap Holizay

(If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you)

Got Offset with me

The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah

(Zaytoven)

You know what I’m sayin?

You can’t get on Zay' beats without wrapping cocaine, nigga

Yeah, real dope boy

Offset, takeoff on these niggas

Woo, woo, woo

Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh)

I got four dubs who want back on it (woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove)

Perky and Molly, I’m back on it (woo)

Bitch, I don’t play with that money, no (no)

Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo)

Don’t duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh)

Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh)

Nigga, I’m up like I’m sellin' cocaine (woo, woo)

Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo)

My pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded)

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog

Pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off

Playin' with the gang get you knocked off

It was all games 'til we popped off

MAC-11 sprayin' like salt

Diamonds shinin' when the lights off

I don’t care about the price, dawg

Dominican bitch with some nice jaw

Creepin' in the night with your lady

Niggas hate it, but we been the greatest

Never lazy, pull up in the latest

Your pockets slim and you real shady

I’m with the mafia, cookin' tilapia

Shawty real popular, her not the opposite

That money you flexin', I know that this all of it

Won’t text you 'cause I can’t wait to just stall a bitch

Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh)

I got four dubs who want back on it (woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove)

Perky and Molly, I’m back on it (woo)

Bitch, I don’t play with that money, no (no)

Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo)

Don’t duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh)

Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh, yeah)

Nigga, I’m up like I’m sellin' cocaine (woo, woo,, nigga)

Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo)

My pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded)

Do it for the streets (yeah, do it for the streets)

Let e’rrybody eat (yeah, let e’rrybody eat)

Sell dope on beats (yeah, sell dope on beats)

BMF, BG (skrrt, BMF, BG)

YSL (slime, YSL), Offset, QC ('set, Offset, QC)

Four pockets full (count up, four pockets full)

Everyday for the streets (yeah, everyday for the streets)

Walk in the club with a hunnid-thou'

Everyday I leave the house, got a hunnid rounds (yeah)

Nigga turn up, get turned down (turned down)

Everyday 'round street, it go down (go down)

You ain’t no boss, nigga, you a ho

I used to get money with your CEO

The second rich nigga from Lil' Mexico

You never did straight business, had to stretch the blow (free Meek)

Me an' Offset, we count up checks (count up)

My jewellery got ten Rolex

Used to be broke, that’s why I flex (flex)

A half a million 'round my neck (count up)

, pronto

Black Migo, head huncho

A wish a nigga turned his back on me

I get him whacked, pronto (street)

Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh)

I got four dubs who want back on it (woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove)

Perky and Molly, I’m back on it (woo)

Bitch, I don’t play with that money, no (no)

Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo)

Don’t duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh)

Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh)

Nigga, I’m up like I’m sellin' cocaine (woo, woo)

Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo)

My pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded)