lirik lagu go back – f.o.d.

i ain’t tryna go back
that’s why i’m gon push it to the limit

f*ck a toe tag
i am not involved in that business

i want more stacks
when i’m on the top, you ain’t gon miss it

f*ck a throwback
i’ve been on the mic in a minute

i’m gon spazz out
hating ass b*tches, throw your ass out

i will k!ll these beats
until the day i f*cking pass out

you think i won the lottery
the way that i’m gon cash out

call me the rap janitor
the way i throw the thrash out

pass it to my homie
cause we always playing as a team
hit a pump fake
then you know that he gon splash the green

b*tches say he hit it mean
when on off that f*cking lean

they pray to the lord
please, i hope this ain’t f*cking dream

racks to the ceiling
you don’t know the feeling

always paparazzi
when i leave the building

keep my mouth shut
cause i ain’t never gon squeal

i would never sell my homies
to the feds, let’s be real

that’s a no*no
keep it on a low low

less you wanna get one in the head
from a 44
that is not a threat
i just tell you how it goes, so

if you gonna snitch
no one will ever see you no more

okay wait let me breathe
let me chill for a second

i say f*ck the competition
first place what i’m repping

when i slaughter my opponents
i don’t need to use a weapon

but my finger’s on the trigger
if somebody’s disrespecting

don’t get mixed up
f*cking with me gets you stitched up

homie was trippin’ on the block
got his ass popped

spinning lurking waiting for them dead opps
rolling up rugga, somebody getting packed up
smashed up, mashed up
buddy took a headshot

we ain’t recall doing him
man, it was just bare luck

on the block, we were serving crops
have my gat with my red dot

you a fed huh, i can see you scared now