Back In Business by Newport savy Lyrics
*Hook*
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business
*Verse 1*
It’s a method to my madness
I’m reckless and I’m savage
No time for that sad shit
Cuz that’s what the pain would do to you
Far from the usual
Compared what I use to do
Had to get a pipe game
Cuz I was risking it like a dice game
12 plus one in the head
Hold it steady I got nice aim
I won’t get caught slippin
They blickin one split decision
I’m trippin until the pistol get to clickin
My dawg he official he pull triggers
He’ll shoot ya
And I ain’t tryna die stay wit that fire
Just like Azula
Swear I’m traumatized I ain’t lying
I been through stuff
And before I die let it fly
I’ll shoot ya
………yea uh
7 city bad news
Where the good die and the cash rules
The youngins wanna blast tools
Niggas started squeezing
They fening they turned to demons
I’m fight demons and angels
I’m sitting straight in between em
It ain’t no picking and choosing
This battle feel like I’m losing
I don’t know what I’m doing
But nigga no I ain’t stupid
Smoking dope and it’s boofing
And my dawg off them percocets
Hear that rhythm
And it’s murderous
*Hook*
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business
*Verse 2*
And now a nigga back in business
Tryna stay alive
Like survival in the fittest
9 in my palm
While I’m ridin through the city
I need them dollar signs I’m on the grind
No less than 50
First thing on my mind
Is my plans on getting rich
And you talkin about money
Your first band was a stimulus
Use to spray paint walls out the Lawnz
By Ms. Innocents
That’s when I was just a kid
I was so innocent
Now I’m getting older now
And I’m so in the mix
Heart getting colder now
And I’m so sick of it
Ain’t tryna hear no gun sounds
Most my homies
They got gunned down
So I won’t put my gun down
I’m ready if you run down
That weed have a nigga super trippin
All bad hoes
No stupid bitches
Who’s savo ?
Better Google nigga
And my cash flow
Keep moving nigga
Gotta play it smart
And maneuver nigga
Can’t go back to the trenches
And ohhh did I mention ?
We on the road to the riches
…….we on the road……..7 city savo
….we on the road ….. we on go
*Hook*
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business
*Verse 1*
It’s a method to my madness
I’m reckless and I’m savage
No time for that sad shit
Cuz that’s what the pain would do to you
Far from the usual
Compared what I use to do
Had to get a pipe game
Cuz I was risking it like a dice game
12 plus one in the head
Hold it steady I got nice aim
I won’t get caught slippin
They blickin one split decision
I’m trippin until the pistol get to clickin
My dawg he official he pull triggers
He’ll shoot ya
And I ain’t tryna die stay wit that fire
Just like Azula
Swear I’m traumatized I ain’t lying
I been through stuff
And before I die let it fly
I’ll shoot ya
………yea uh
7 city bad news
Where the good die and the cash rules
The youngins wanna blast tools
Niggas started squeezing
They fening they turned to demons
I’m fight demons and angels
I’m sitting straight in between em
It ain’t no picking and choosing
This battle feel like I’m losing
I don’t know what I’m doing
But nigga no I ain’t stupid
Smoking dope and it’s boofing
And my dawg off them percocets
Hear that rhythm
And it’s murderous
*Hook*
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business
*Verse 2*
And now a nigga back in business
Tryna stay alive
Like survival in the fittest
9 in my palm
While I’m ridin through the city
I need them dollar signs I’m on the grind
No less than 50
First thing on my mind
Is my plans on getting rich
And you talkin about money
Your first band was a stimulus
Use to spray paint walls out the Lawnz
By Ms. Innocents
That’s when I was just a kid
I was so innocent
Now I’m getting older now
And I’m so in the mix
Heart getting colder now
And I’m so sick of it
Ain’t tryna hear no gun sounds
Most my homies
They got gunned down
So I won’t put my gun down
I’m ready if you run down
That weed have a nigga super trippin
All bad hoes
No stupid bitches
Who’s savo ?
Better Google nigga
And my cash flow
Keep moving nigga
Gotta play it smart
And maneuver nigga
Can’t go back to the trenches
And ohhh did I mention ?
We on the road to the riches
…….we on the road……..7 city savo
….we on the road ….. we on go
*Hook*
Can’t wait to pull up in that Bentley
Drop the top on em
Can’t wait to pull up with that semi
Put the dot on em
And like a bartender
Ima put some shots on em
We gon hit em long range
We gon make him stop running
Remember we had rats and the roaches
Now it’s rag to riches
I ain’t have no hoes
Now a nigga bagging bitches
I was down bad
Now I’m praying for forgiveness
I ain’t have a bag
Now they mad ima back in business