The Boys Are Back In Town (Explicit) - Yung Gravy/Pouya/Ramirez/TrippyThaKid

Lyrics by：M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Ramirez/K. DeStefano/F. Hadorn/A.Starace

Composed by：M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Ramirez/K. DeStefano/F. Hadorn/A.Starace

Ayy

B***h I'm dead fresh

I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like

A f**kin' fruit basket

Spit a couple raps

I get a check and johnny cash it

I smash it I let your

Mama ride my sunglasses

Don't think nobody gonna f**k

With me like I do

Look at me killin' it

Motherf**kers always talkin'

But d**nit I'm high too

That means I don't give a f**k

Yeah I wanna stunt

I make your salary

Thrice in a month

I pay your daddy to

Roll up my blunts

And he blow your allowance

To pay for my lunch

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

RAMIREZ with your b***h woah

Ride in the back of the

Trunk with the pump

With a mask covering my face

Double the glock 'cause

I rip through the flesh

Inside of the cutty with

Thing on my waist

Kick in the door point

Me to the safe

F**kin' the posters up

With all the bass

Heat-seeking missiles

I load up and hit you

I carry the coffin and

Drop it in grave ho

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

Pouya with your b***h

I'm in my zone I'm in my

Element that's daily regiment

I'm pullin' up to

Gravy's mama's house

With perfect etiquette lil' b***h

Hey mom look the

Boys are back in town

Lil' b***h f**k that

They been tryna kill me

'Cause my bucks fat

My new b***h so thick that

I got lost up in the buttcrack

I'm ready to give my guns back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off that love pack

I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

Smokin' up on that swamp sack

Cut back in the 'lac off the Prozac

Pimpin' these b***hes

I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin'

Up off my nutsack

Baby bone got a bone to pick with you yeah

Hold up Ricky Bobby I'm jacked up

On mountain dew yeah

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

You ain't with the s**ts

Trippy with your b***h

Mozzarella marinara

Put that s**t up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera uh

Only flexing 'cause I gots to

Bought some d**e and made it water

Shark boy Taylor lautner

Come for your mother and daughter

Puffin' the indica harder

I just f**ked your b***h

In the back of my '96 deville

Woah woohoo

B***h I'm dead fresh

I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a f**kin'

Fruit basket

Feel like I'm houdini

When your sister let me smash it

I dive up in the coochie

Handcuffed for ten minutes

Blindfolded then escape

That's magic

B***h