Kodak Black Back For Everything
Back For Everything lyrics

» Intro «

(Buddha blessed this beat)
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah

» Chorus «

Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit

» Verse 1 «

Check my ring, I'm ballin' with my wrist
I’m back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin' paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz
Rest in peace my nigga, but it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talkin' to Wam, you sayin' the same, did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin' chains at Johnny Dang, bustin' down my fangs

» Chorus «

Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit

» Verse 2 «

Ayy, zoolin' at the house, fuckin' with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin' viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherfucker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a nigga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin' red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Roley
I ain't even in my prime, but a young nigga on top
I ain't even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot

» Chorus «

Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
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