The Boys Are Back In Town

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

Lyrics by：Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari Starace

Composed by：Ramirez/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn/Ari 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 rock my sunglasses

Don't think nobody gonna f**k with me like I do

Look at me killin' it motherf**kers

Always talkin' but dammit 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 whoa

Ride in the back of the truck 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 whoa

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 whoa woohoo

Ayy 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