Lyrics Young Dolph – Back At It

Let the band play

Uh, back at it again (Yeah), yuh
I told my niggas quit playin’, let’s run up the Ms (Ay, bruh), uh, yo
I hop in some’ fast, do the dash, I’m gone with the wind, uh, uh, yo

This money got me in a trance, I’m goin’ in, pockets full of Benjamins
Everybody watchin’ him, he ballin’ again, damn, Glock ‘bove the rim
Better put that shit on film (Uh), bitch, I got skills, young nigga flexin’, no gym
Don’t give a fuck how you feel, you know what it is, uh, uh, nigga
Yo (Yeah), everybody cut-throat (Cut-throat, yeah)
Everybody on go mode (Everybody), whole gang on go-go (Go, gang)
Got aim like Rambo (Yeah, bow), yo, big Ks, they jumbo (Big ol’ K)
Them thangs hold hunchos (Yeah, woo, pow, pow, pow, pow), yo
Back at it again, uh, my new bitch a ten and she ain’t got no friends (My new bitch)
But she pop her lil’ pills (Pop) and I crack all these seals so I cannot trip (Yeah)
Codeine what I sipped up, ain’t shit changed, still keep that thang right here
Up on my hip, I just beat a case, I got caught ridin’ ’round
With them thangs in my whip (My whip), uh, nigga, I was sticked up (Sticked up, yeah)
Plenty sticks, yup (Yeah), they legit, but, uhh (Legit)
You know how twelve act (How?) when they see us (Damn)
Man, fuck them thangs (Fucked up shit)
Uh, yeah, fuck twelve, uh, yeah
Fuck jail, hold it down, never tell
If you can, make that bail
Pockets swell, God damn, I been gettin’ it, can’t you tell?
Hell yeah, I’m a playa, still ain’t been to Himalayas
Yeah, bitch, I’m from South Memphis, all we know is drugs and killin’
I forgot to mention pimpin’, thank God I came out them trenches
Yeah, it’s one hell of a feelin’ when you talk pennies to millions (Pennies to millions)

Uh, back at it again (Back, yuh)