Gav, RLS J.Dot - Back to Rap Lyrics

Sredna made the beat go
Aye Gav, whatcha cookin' up now?
Things I know
Everybody 'round me just be here for show
Don't trust what they say it just be so or so
I don't know
Gotta watch my friends 'cause they might turn to foes
I'm straight off that block, I grew up throwing 4's
Niggas wanna fight, we come through throwing bows
We got hella pipes, the whole gang got a pole
Stilo that's my slime he come through wipe ya nose
Like for real for real my love don't be reciprocated
You was my dawg, you was my slime, and then you started hating
I gave it time, I gave it time, but I got tired of waiting
I ran out of patience, take it how you take it
If it ain't 'bout no money, bitch don't hit my fucking phone
Don't text me 'bout no bitch I don't fuck no more, we too grown
My girl in her feelings, she want me to watch my tone
She don't call me Jaydo she ain't like these other hoes
She ain't like these other hoes
I can fuck your bitch just by the smell of my cologne
My cologne
I can fuck your bitch just by the smell of my cologne
Drop the top and knock his head off
Leave his block and we gon' lay 'em out
Leave his block and we gon' air it out
Hit his block and we gon' lay 'em out
Hit his block and we gon' lay 'em out
He said it then but he can't say it now
I ain't want his bitch she got a head count
Niggas think they tough 'cause they got dreads now
Okay cut the cap, this ain't back to back
Bitch this back to rap, but I ain't coming back
If I leave the game, no I ain't coming back, yeah
If I leave the game, no I ain't coming back, yeah
Aye Gav, whatcha cookin' up now?
Sredna made the beat go

Sredna made the beat go
Aye Gav, whatcha cookin' up now?
Things I know
Everybody 'round me just be here for show
Don't trust what they say it just be so or so
I don't know
Gotta watch my friends 'cause they might turn to foes
I'm straight off that block, I grew up throwing 4's
Niggas wanna fight, we come through throwing bows
We got hella pipes, the whole gang got a pole
Stilo that's my slime he come through wipe ya nose
Like for real for real my love don't be reciprocated
You was my dawg, you was my slime, and then you started hating
I gave it time, I gave it time, but I got tired of waiting
I ran out of patience, take it how you take it
If it ain't 'bout no money, bitch don't hit my fucking phone
Don't text me 'bout no bitch I don't fuck no more, we too grown
My girl in her feelings, she want me to watch my tone
She don't call me Jaydo she ain't like these other hoes
She ain't like these other hoes
I can fuck your bitch just by the smell of my cologne
My cologne
I can fuck your bitch just by the smell of my cologne
Drop the top and knock his head off
Leave his block and we gon' lay 'em out
Leave his block and we gon' air it out
Hit his block and we gon' lay 'em out
Hit his block and we gon' lay 'em out
He said it then but he can't say it now
I ain't want his bitch she got a head count
Niggas think they tough 'cause they got dreads now
Okay cut the cap, this ain't back to back
Bitch this back to rap, but I ain't coming back
If I leave the game, no I ain't coming back, yeah
If I leave the game, no I ain't coming back, yeah
Aye Gav, whatcha cookin' up now?
Sredna made the beat go