Yung Booke - Intro Lyrics

(Wooh)

"It’s the return of the mutha
Fukn savage yeah I’m back
Like I left something important
Rushing while I
Was packin, I’m in traffic and
I’m ashn, Popn zanez
Got a heater no jammy go to blammin
Hope my bitch don’t panic"

"Hunit round drum Nick Cannon understand me
Make my lil nigga run up in ya
Spot like ya, Rich dancing Marcus Houston u
Got served if I serve you, u was mad soon
As you took the dummy out the plastic
I was trappn I was taken niggas out
Before rappin, Had a Benz before the deal
Then I fuked around and crashed it
I don’t never mind fuck wit
Perkys they relax me"

"Nigga play the forty go screen?
I was tought to never turn down the fade
Where the challengers
She Be fukn him and then
Him ohh she so scandalous
Every time I step out
I swear I’m fresh as a mannequin"
"Told migo go on and send me
Everything I can handle it (Woah)
Y’all better stop playin wit me
Fuck a bitch good and make
Her fix me some sandwich’s
My owners dem my brothers I swear
I treat um like family"

"City on my back the third time I’m
Damaging, Everything the game in a headlock
Fuck a vest see
Red dots and head shots, I’m a go and
Get some money fuck what the rest got
I’m balling on these niggas these
Suckas can’t dress out (Hey) "

"I’m a pull up in front, Vallet gone park dat
I’m posted up at the same
Place u got robbed at
I’m talkin chains and watch on and all that
If I ain’t a real one, What you call that
I’m top shotta, Big dogg, A Rottweiler
Dundodda
Been counting cash for a whole hour
Ask around
They let you know that the streets ours
I got money and respect I
Was born with power"

"This one for the city
This one for the bitches up in blue
Flame and folleys but naked strippin
This one for the young nigga on
The corner with a bomb and
A pistol by his side he can't wait to use it
This one for the real, This one for the
Nigga who can't be around the fake
Not a lil bit"

"And muthafuck the police
We ain't gassed tryn to lock me
Up on some bullshit COMB"

3 muthafucka (ha ha ha ha)

(yeah!)