Back In My Ways (feat. Matrix) (prod. Squeezey)

Squeezy tell them how to make a hit

Bitch I'm from uptown
That's word to my grammar
In crispy white uptown's
I'll still rob a scammer
Fight with my fist
Like I don't got a hammer
Won't ever show that on camera
Too many niggas
That I'm not a fan of
Andretti got lava lamps
Lean in the Fanta
Sack and a sleigh
Got me feeling like Santa
I'm back in my ways
Feel like Tony Montana

Never touched ye
And I never been ape
But I sleighed in the snow
And this clip like bananas
AP be kicking
Hope it don't jam up
If them pieces hitting
I might pull that lamb up
Ghost on these bitches
I'm like Danny Phantom
My knife is so sharp
That I might name it Shannon
Band on his head
Than I'm drumming like Cannon
He sung like Mariah
When feds tried to jam him
Couldn't be me though
Circle so small
That they thought we was Migos
My west side homie
Got grips in his chinos
Getting the green
Like a nigga name Celo
Die before opping
I'll go out like Cleo
Hundred rounds popping
He drop like the beat go
Bring that bitch back
In reverse and get real low
Yea I'm all smiles
But this shit could get real bro
My little gunner
Send shots at ya lil bro
Bitch don't get popped
Tryna act for the real show
Nigga for real tho
End up on a shirt too young
It ain't nothing
Just to skirt in a whip
Two guns and a mask
Run Ricky run
But you done with the blast
Hard but you broke
Like a arm in a cast
Uh
Now you in a casket
Baby on the way
Now your baby is a bastard
It ain't even yours
Brody piping you can ask her
Now you taking blue pills
But it ain't Viagra
Shawty let the crew kill
Nigga you can have her
Pussy cost nothing
But a nutty and a eighth
Pretty mother fucker
So she pop it off face
Soon I'll be on TV
Feeling like Drake
Bro got her TD
Like his last name Jakes
Real niggas
Won't say shit to the jakes
Set a opp up get mine
Then skate
Chilling at the deli
And you know what I ate
Ever since X died
Fuck a I8
Humble young nigga in my city
I'm Ace
Fuck Rico
Never watch what Mitch make
Fuck a bitch nigga
Just know that I'm straight
Yea
And fuck 12 nigga
Just know that I'm straight

Bitch I'm from uptown
That's word to my grammar
In crispy white uptown's
I'll still rob a scammer
Fight with my fist
Like I don't got a hammer
Won't ever show that on camera
Too many niggas
That I'm not a fan of
Matrix been skirting
He dodging the slammer
Sack and a sleigh
Got me feeling like Santa
I'm back in my ways
Feel like Tony Montana

Niggas switching sides
No half time
For back stabbing
We leave niggas flatlined
Your bitch claiming you
But she all mine
Giving sloppy toppy
For the white slime
I'll kill any beat
With the right rhyme
And I'll take any bitch
With the right lines
You thinking that shawty
Ya life line
But I'm fucking your wife
In the night time
If it's bout some bread
I'm on your head
No IG talk that's for the feds
Could end up dead
Get filled with led
From knees to head
The price to pay
If you don't pay that's what I said
Go on hunts for days
Your life's a maze
To duck the flame
That's blazed your way
Bring major payne
My soldiers came
Not playing games
The rain gone stain your grave
After them lasers aim
Shit gets critical I can admit that
Been a different nigga
Since days of a jit facts
Before no cap
Back when niggas was deadass
Jamaica in my blood
I'm a shotta like mad max
On a vivid mission
Of getting straight to the racks
Don't got time for bullshit
Just rolled it up out the sack
Get turned to a pack
If niggas forget how to act
Always move ellusive
And keep my mental intact
Shells to ya brain
Leave ya head and shoulders
Detached
If he want some smoke
Then I got the lighter to match
Lebron with the cavs
How I put the team on my back
Kyrie with the shot
The game not the same after that
No time for the talking
You niggas just love to chat
Barking all that hot shit
But when we pull up its cap
Niggas should win oscars
For how they putting on acts