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2 Chainz - Back On The Bullshyt Lyrics

Back On The Bullshyt

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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 f*** what you think

Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherfuc*** 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 it futon
Ride around in motherfuc*** uwop
Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a
Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em
It's four 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 yeet
Everybody with me, ni*** D
Everybody with me, ni*** D
Everybody with me ni*** 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 ni***
A to the motherfucking K ni***
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 on 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 ni*** 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 ni*** 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 f*** these niggas, I don't know these niggas
From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B ni***
It's M-O-B since my D-O-B ni***
And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B ni***
I shoot a ni*** ass like Ginobili ni***
I kick a ni*** ass like Shinobi ni***
I give your bitch dick like Moby ni***
She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner
Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me ni***
I'm on her cheese like anchovies ni***
I get a kilo and keep it lowkey ni***
Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy ni***
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 a mongoloid (God forgive me)
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
Got big booty bitches in their under-alls
And they pu*** 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 (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah
(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
(You on that bullshit)
(You come on with that bullshit)
(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)
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