[Lyric] Back In My Ways (Mel Blitz)

And I’m back in my ways
Cartier frames so I’m up the pay
Shawty ah little dancer
She know how to play
I just might buss it
Just give me a day
Give me your check ins
I’ll show you some plays
Move in like shack
Then I’m clearing the stage
My shoota come from Jamaica
That bitch ah baddie
She don’t wear no make up
Run up them racks
Where that take us
Road to the riches
MMO
They can’t take us
Need me a bag and a race car
Free all my dawgs that’s trapped behind state bars
I catch ah opp that’s ah state charge
My outtas lurking
So watch what you say
Don’t need a 30
But I shoot like I’m clay
The opps get up on me
Man That be the day
Did the impossible
But I still saved the day
Niggas could chat
But I see em i spray
Living example
I just made a way
Backing out Betty Then I’m shooting broad day
But Shawty wanna suck me in the back of the rave
Hop in the foreign then I go do the race
GLA drifting
I’ve been speeding for days
If I don’t got the gun
He get punched in his face
If he talk on the gram
It get bad where he stay
Ughh
It get bad where he stay
If I’m upping that beam
He get shot in his face
Yeahhh
He get shot in his face
Mixing the Fendi
The Gucci
The Prada
The Louie
The Amiri to hold up my waist
I could call
Ricky
Or Nelson
Or Deady
Or Mari
To put ah nigga in they place
I don’t make no mistakes
I catch a opps
His adrenaline bound to race
Cause I shoot like I’m James Bond
With that thang on
Put that beam in his fucking face
I don’t make no mistakes
I catch a opps
His adrenaline bound to race
Cause I shoot like I’m James Bond
With that thang on
Put that beam in his fucking face
And I’m back in my ways
Cartier frames so I’m up the pay
Shawty ah little dancer
She know how to play
I just might buss it
Just give me a day
Give me your check-ins
I’ll show you some plays
Move in like shack
Then I’m clearing the stage
My shoota come from Jamaica
That bitch ah baddie
She don’t wear no make up