Back For Everything Lyrics – Kodak Black

[Intro]
Buddha blessed this beat!
Ayy, hey, Mondo!
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything
You heard me? Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, forty going off, don't make no pitstop
Busting down the E-way with my b!tch
Why you steady scheming? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hitting l!cks
When that sh!t get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that n!gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b!tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh!t

[Verse 1]
Check my ring
I'm balling with my wrist
I’m back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been getting paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang
But I ain't talking Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang
I took that sh!t from Wiz
Rest in peace my n!gga
But it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talking to Wam, you saying the same
Did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn
There up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang
Eat out with my main
Dropping chains at Johnny Dang
Busting down my fangs

[Chorus]
Ayy, forty going off
Don't make no pitstop
Busting down the E-way with my b!tch
Why you steady scheming?
Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hitting l!cks
When that sh!t get ugly
Bring the sticks out
I am not that n!gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b!tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh!t

[Verse 2]
Ayy, zooling at the house
F**king with TikToks
Yeah, I been going viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum
I call this motherf**ker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a n!gga hip
Paralyzed from waist down
That was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town
I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin
Stepping red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me
Still bought him a Roley
I ain't even in my prime
But a young n!gga on top
I ain't even twenty-five
Spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine
And everything I forgot
And everything that I lost
And everything to be got
And really, I want your spot

[Chorus]
Ayy, forty going off
Don't make no pitstop
Busting down the E-way with my b!tch
Why you steady scheming?
Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hitting l!cks
When that sh!t get ugly
Bring the sticks out
I am not that n!gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b!tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh!t