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back on top - boldy james & antt beatz lyrics

[intro]
(antt did the track)
where we at, beatz?

[chorus]
you see the carti’s, n*gga play with me and it’s a pizza party
you might’ve seen me on the do* with [?] and marty
insides crying, sh*t feel like a n*gga dying
small things to a giant
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top

[verse 1]
three hundred grits of topside fresh up out the mixer
sn*tched the extras out the press and passed them out to my sniffers
stacked a thousand, kids smack down to split a mister
put it with this other seven, twenties slapping off the rigor
fell in love with my junkie and my sister
hear them n*ggas say thеy getting money but i beg to diffеr
got a fiend at my ring, i met off eileen
way she cook and clean for me, n*gga d*mn near wanna kiss her, wish that
i can win her often but she keep on calling late nights, early morning
pulling up with big spenders
foreign coupe on e, old school jamming like it’s 92.3
breakin’ a benz fender
from a nickel and dime ass n*gga
to a top hat balling big rigger, ghetto rich n*gga
half brick of whoa nelly, all grits
gave my unc my old pelle just for cleaning up the dog sh*t
[chorus]
you see the carti’s, n*gga play with me and it’s a pizza party
you might’ve seen me on the dike with [?] and marty
insides crying, sh*t feel like a n*gga dying
small things to a giant
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top

[verse 2]
she said my blood died by hands of my enemy, n*ggas too finicky
slap a drum and a violin, that’s a symphony
you ever carried seven to fifteen hundro through a racist town
ever touched a fifty clip so quick that that sh*t had you frightened
thinking that he just might be a ‘undo tryna take you down
brodie just came home from a dime and he right back indicted
clashing with the titans in the ten hundred eighty thou’
i just hope that don’t no guests show up unless that’s uninvited
while n*ggas tryna cup a board, i was tryna flight it
closed mouth don’t get fed, you got the right to be silent
slide like a hoverboard, brick of billie eilish
touching down, then body more like i’m johnny unitas
hundred popper, quarter ticket milly rocker
guns b*tter popcorn, orville redenbacher
glock 19 leaves thirty in my choppy
little nephew chipping sh*t’ll turn a n*gga to a hot topic
[chorus]
you see the carti’s, n*gga play with me and it’s a pizza party
you might’ve seen me on the dike with [?] and marty
insides crying, sh*t feel like a n*gga dying
small things to a giant
i’ma come back out this sh*t on top

- boldy james antt beatz lyrics

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