Back Around by Gunna Dee Lyrics
[Hook: Gunna Dee](x2)
Tryna make it out the hood but I come back around
Back around
Nothing for me in my hood but pushing crack around
Crack around
[Verse 1: Gunna Dee]
I ain't on no petty shit, grinding for that city shit
Swear fighting up in the pit, don't be on no pity shit
I ain't from the city, nah, I'm from the shitty bit
Chilling from them dark blocks, looking at the city lit
Came from nothing, understand? I came from nothing, understand?
Nothing's planned, so I plan nothing
But to get rich
But on the other hand, there's other plans of handcuffing (fuck the feds)
But I can't leave the street shit
Tryna eat from music, just so these feds can eat shit
These pussy niggas ain't the truth
They just sound confident when they speak shit
Nigga, I'm the truth
Proof is in the pudding, no cake? Where's your proof?
I can't take how they move
Niggas too fake like a tooth
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
Niggas say they don't see me in the hood again
And I be like yo, when I aimed to get out
You must have forgotten
Amnesia my nigga, oh, it's becoming too common
You ain't gonna see me postered up
Unless I'm on a poster, blud
I don't even hear when there's raves in the ends
Please don't act like I'm supposed to come
Cause when I'm around, they act like I ain't welcome
Look at the way my man's looking at me
You would've thought I fucked his girlfriend
And other man are like "Ghetts, holla at me"
But what they gonna say if I belled em?
(What you want fam? Come check me, let's get high, darg)
Yeah? Well then
Dead that, Sus came around with that Bentley
I jumped in and I revved that
Test drive
I jumped back in my Merc and immediately turned to a very depressed man
I phone my nigga CJ in the AM, and this is what he said
If you want one, get that, go hard for it
God forbid rap comes to a number, if it does, move like, move dark for it
But if you got a Bentley, when you're parking it
You're gonna need a suburban yard for it
I'm gonna private plate and carbon it
I want it all, not half of it
[Hook](x2)
Tryna make it out the hood but I come back around
Back around
Nothing for me in my hood but pushing crack around
Crack around
[Verse 1: Gunna Dee]
I ain't on no petty shit, grinding for that city shit
Swear fighting up in the pit, don't be on no pity shit
I ain't from the city, nah, I'm from the shitty bit
Chilling from them dark blocks, looking at the city lit
Came from nothing, understand? I came from nothing, understand?
Nothing's planned, so I plan nothing
But to get rich
But on the other hand, there's other plans of handcuffing (fuck the feds)
But I can't leave the street shit
Tryna eat from music, just so these feds can eat shit
These pussy niggas ain't the truth
They just sound confident when they speak shit
Nigga, I'm the truth
Proof is in the pudding, no cake? Where's your proof?
I can't take how they move
Niggas too fake like a tooth
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
Niggas say they don't see me in the hood again
And I be like yo, when I aimed to get out
You must have forgotten
Amnesia my nigga, oh, it's becoming too common
You ain't gonna see me postered up
Unless I'm on a poster, blud
I don't even hear when there's raves in the ends
Please don't act like I'm supposed to come
Cause when I'm around, they act like I ain't welcome
Look at the way my man's looking at me
You would've thought I fucked his girlfriend
And other man are like "Ghetts, holla at me"
But what they gonna say if I belled em?
(What you want fam? Come check me, let's get high, darg)
Yeah? Well then
Dead that, Sus came around with that Bentley
I jumped in and I revved that
Test drive
I jumped back in my Merc and immediately turned to a very depressed man
I phone my nigga CJ in the AM, and this is what he said
If you want one, get that, go hard for it
God forbid rap comes to a number, if it does, move like, move dark for it
But if you got a Bentley, when you're parking it
You're gonna need a suburban yard for it
I'm gonna private plate and carbon it
I want it all, not half of it
[Hook](x2)