Back On The Bullshit - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne

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They say we smoke, we gon' smoke

You say we gon' drink, we gon' drink

You say you want drugs, we want drugs

We don’t give a fuck what you think

Big (?) parked in my driveway

Hangin' out that motherfucker sideways

Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday

This how we do it on the southside

Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride

Bad booty shots got you lopsided

I buy a new car if my car die

Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em

Backseat I’ma call Futon

Ride around in motherfucker uwop

Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a

Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em

It’s fuck fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em

It’s thug life, niggas I don’t fool with 'em

I don’t care if I went to school with 'em

Come out that thing like yee

Everybody with me, nigga D

Everybody with me, nigga D

Everybody with me nigga eat

Black ink all on my body

I pray a body don’t get on my shotty

I pray nobody don’t get in my way nigga

A to the motherfuckin' K nigga

Start spittin' lyrical bullets

Don’t be surprised if I pull it

Don’t be surprised if I shoot it

We the type to pick on a bully

We the type to ride in foreigns

We the type to ride of Forgis

Pinky ring look like a smoothie

Flame goin' up on a Tuesday

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain’t you?

Big thing parked in the driveway

Squad hotter than Zimbabwe

IPhone got a nigga irate

Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye

Got AK bullets with your name on 'em

Powder on my hands, King James on 'em

I walk around this bitch with my chest out

Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em

Man look at who I done became on 'em

Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em

All my niggas brainless, need brain donors

We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em

Man fuck these niggas, I don’t know these niggas

From Jumpstreet it’s been M-O-B nigga

It’s M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga

And since my D-O-B I’ve been on my J-O-B nigga

I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga

I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga

I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga

She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner

Smokey Robinson couldn’t out smoke me nigga

I’m on her cheese like anchovies nigga

I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga

Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga

You on that bullshit ain’t ya?

I’m back on my bullshit, gangster

I’m back up to full strength, gangster

Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen

And I still root for the underdog

And you the pile of shit under the underdog

These niggas ain’t eatin' like a Ramadan

I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn

I got the 100's big faces like the mongoloid

I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid

Got big booty bitches in their under-alls

And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm

And I swear when I’m in them panty hose

I’m like a kid in the candy store

But I got this bright red bandana though

Flingin' it like I’m a matador

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain’t you?

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup

(It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit

It’s 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit)

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup

(We gon' handle that bullshit

We gon' deal with that bullshit

So come on with that bullshit

Cause we back, we back on our bullshit

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

You on that bullshit ain’t you?

I’m back on my bullshit

I’m back on my bullshit

I’m back up to full strength

Pat-pat-pat, amen

Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit

Hollygrove)