TLE Cinco – I’m Back Lyrics – Songslyrica

TLE Cinco Lyrics

I’m Back
this is a track by TLE Cinco

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy
(Why is this beat so complex?)
Ayy, don’t play with me, nah
Big Cinc’ control of the mob
Fucked up like, “Who to rob?”
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, don’t play with me, nah
I fucked up like, “Who to rob?”
Big Cinc’ control of the mob
Ayy, hood nigga, I’m a real-deal star (Let’s go)
Can’t fuck with Gucci, can’t talk in the car (Ayy)
For BPD, they know I’m hard
Walk an opp, his ass ain’t even charge, want me to cut my charge (Gang)
Five percent tint, she hittin’ that head, but I’m still gon’ park, let’s go (Skrrt)
1017, I ride my throat
Balmain, can’t cuff no ho
Balmain, ain’t stole my flow, let’s go
Sick of a bitch, send seven ’bout a G.O.A.T‎.‎
Mantain good aim, shoot like a pro’
Mantain, I can’t go broke (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Chop it up, slow it down
Fully hit, they on the ground (Grrt)
Fully hit, a hundred-round (Grrt)
Shit all got low at the crowd (Grrt, let’s go)
Cinco a G, ain’t stole my style
I’m in the booth on ten right now
Ice hittin’ hard, this shit like, “Baow”
I pop so quick like, “How?” Gang
Showtime, gang, feel like I’m Prime
Book a show, we goin’ down
Bitch, I’m the shit, needa check my bike
I milk the game like cows do
All up, these niggas ridin’ and ’round
Locked up, got out, they still ain’t ’round
No Halloween, he still a clown
Strapped the hip from the ground, damn (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Ayy, don’t play with me, nah (Ayy)
I fucked up like, “Who to rob?”
Big Cinc’ control of the mob
Ayy, hood nigga, I’m a real-deal star (Ayy, ayy)
Can’t fuck with Gucci, can’t talk in the car
For BPD, they know I’m hard
Walk an opp, his ass ain’t even charge, want me to cut my charge (Ayy)
Five percent tint, she hittin’ that head, but I’m still gon’ park, let’s go (Skrrt)
1017, I ride my throat
Balmain, can’t cuff no ho (No way)
Balmain, ain’t stole my flow, let’s go
Sick of a bitch, send seven ’bout a G.O.A.T‎.‎ (Ayy)
Mantain good aim, shoot like a pro’ (Ayy)
Mantain, I can’t go broke (Ayy, hey, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, mantain, I can’t go broke, let’s go
Three hundred racks ‘fore I heard ’bout a ‘yo
Three hundred racks ‘fore I stepped on a ‘yo (On God)
These niggas real-deal broke (Let’s go, gang)
Put on a ten, gotta turn up my folk
Can’t cuff, big Cinc’ want both, gang (Ayy)
Fuck on a ho, put her out ’cause she slow
Fuck on a ho, put her out, she broke, let’s go
Trap jump, I’m on the road (Ayy)
Big Cinco pass out these ‘bows (Ayy)
I can’t walk, my pockets swole
Bitch ask for the lo’, no, gang
Diamond boy like Johnny Dang
I had cash before the fame
Can’t cuff if she can’t move these things
Can’t cuff, bitch, I got a main, gang (Ayy)
1017, I feel like Wop
Grrt, ayy, it’s a switch on the Glock
These niggas six plus six, they cops
Run up on me, get popped, ayy (Ah)
Show on the ville, might pull up on Flock (Ayy)
He don’t say, Cinco flock, gang (Ayy)
Stop this shit, boy, I’m straight off the block (Ayy)
And gangster, dick in the Glock (Ayy), gang

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Songwriter (s): TLE Cinco & Kmpl3x

 

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