Back On The Bullshit Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Umm 

They say we smoke, we gon' smoke 

You say we gon' drink, we gon' drink 

You say you want drugs, we want drugs 

We don't give a fuck what you think 

Big dually parked in my driveway 

Hanging out that motherfucker sideways 

Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday 

This how we do it on the southside 

Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride 

Bad booty shots got you lopsided 

I buy a new car if my car die 

Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em 

Backseat I'ma call Futon 

Ride around in motherfucker uwop 

Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a 

Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em 

It's fuck fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em 

It's thug life, niggas I don't fool with 'em 

I don't care if I went to school with 'em 

Come out that thing like yee 

Everybody with me, nigga D 

Everybody with me, nigga D 

Everybody with me nigga eat 

Black ink all on my body 

I pray a body don't get on my shotty 

I pray nobody don't get in my way nigga 

A to the motherfucking K nigga 

Start spittin' lyrical bullets 

Don't be surprised if I pull it 

Don't be surprised if I shoot it 

We the type to pick on a bully 

We the type to ride in foreigns 

We the type to ride on Forgis 

Pinky ring look like a smoothie 

Flame goin' up on a Tuesday 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? 

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Big thing parked in the driveway 

Squad hotter than Zimbabwe 

IPhone got a nigga irate 

Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye 

Got AK bullets with your name on 'em 

Powder on my hands, King James on 'em 

I walk around this bitch with my chest out 

Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em 

Man look at who I done became on 'em 

Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em 

All my niggas brainless, need brain donors 

We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em 

Man fuck these niggas, I don't know these niggas 

From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nigga 

It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga 

And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nigga 

I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga 

I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga 

I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga 

She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner 

Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nigga 

I'm on her cheese like anchovies nigga 

I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga 

Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga 

You on that bullshit ain't ya? 

I'm back on my bullshit, gangster 

I'm back up to full strength, gangster 

Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen 

And I still root for the underdog 

And you the pile of shit under the underdog 

These niggas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan 

I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn 

I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) 

I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) 

Got big booty bitches in their under-alls 

And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm 

And I swear when I'm in them panty hose 

I'm like a kid in the candy store 

But I got this bright red bandana though 

Flingin' it like I'm a matador 

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You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? 

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup 

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup 

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup 

(It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit 

It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit) 

Yeah, yup, yeah, yup 

(We gon' handle that bullshit 

We gon' deal with that bullshit 

So come on with that bullshit 

Cause we back, we back on our bullshit 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

You on that bullshit ain't you? 

I'm back on my bullshit 

I'm back on my bullshit 

I'm back up to full strength 

Pat-pat-pat, amen 

Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit 

Hollygrove)