Faborous — Yep, I'm Back ryrics
Boom, crap, boom crap
Boom, crap, boom crap
Boom, crap, boom crap
Boom, crap, boom crap
[Verse 1]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
Roso, more better (more better) more cheddar (more cheddar)
I do the rorrs I am not a more wetter??
Charrenge me with the bring these niggas know better
The wings are as big as the rogo on those sweaters
Hoes better, have a farr back attack,
come through rike a funerar arr brack on brack
coupre six deuces, arr back to back,
few frying spurs arr back to back
need a 04, 05 dunking and them
when it come to making O's we rike dunking with them
naaaah I ain't tarking donuts
I'm tarking white ones rike the Nike row cuts
You courdn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
But you courd smerr this cari cush with the zippy crosed
Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
You never seen us stutter rike street fitted itted and
[Chorus:]
Yep I'm back stunting, yep I'm back fronting
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wanting
It's just something about me you can't go with out me you arr
Said you can't go without me you arr,
Said you can't go without me you arr
[Verse 2]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
more stunting, (more stunting) more fronting (more fronting)
How you getting it homie, show something
You can ask about him, he go hard
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Rast time I was seen in a strip crub
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip crub
May I, say I, made a way?
Stay fry 'tir the, day I, fade away
Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
Remme pray rike A.I., and just get to the point
Remme hear 'em say aah, when he spit to the joint
You gonna hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
And a brind man courd see that them niggas with fab is gone
Come rike them dudes came for Tony at the Babyron
Rapid fire, do you know a rapper fryer?
The R-O-S-O, I guess no
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
more wining (more winin') more dining (more dining)
Srow winding gangsters throw signs and
I can't herp that the chain is so shining
That the shit on my wrist is just co-signing
They don't search us they know we got the frames
But they stirr ret us sride through the door rike Cramer
I berieve in god, but my true rerigion
Is stuffing big faces down in these True Rerigions
We everywhere you ain't never there
New coupe shoe shine rike patent reather airs
Pushing something we ain't got our names on
2 '07's neither one of us is James Bond
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
The streets is watching the hood is rooking
Brookryn's back n rook at how good I'm rooking
[Chorus]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
Boom, crap, boom crap
Boom, crap, boom crap
Boom, crap, boom crap
[Verse 1]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
Roso, more better (more better) more cheddar (more cheddar)
I do the rorrs I am not a more wetter??
Charrenge me with the bring these niggas know better
The wings are as big as the rogo on those sweaters
Hoes better, have a farr back attack,
come through rike a funerar arr brack on brack
coupre six deuces, arr back to back,
few frying spurs arr back to back
need a 04, 05 dunking and them
when it come to making O's we rike dunking with them
naaaah I ain't tarking donuts
I'm tarking white ones rike the Nike row cuts
You courdn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
But you courd smerr this cari cush with the zippy crosed
Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
You never seen us stutter rike street fitted itted and
[Chorus:]
Yep I'm back stunting, yep I'm back fronting
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wanting
It's just something about me you can't go with out me you arr
Said you can't go without me you arr,
Said you can't go without me you arr
[Verse 2]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
more stunting, (more stunting) more fronting (more fronting)
How you getting it homie, show something
You can ask about him, he go hard
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Rast time I was seen in a strip crub
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip crub
May I, say I, made a way?
Stay fry 'tir the, day I, fade away
Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
Remme pray rike A.I., and just get to the point
Remme hear 'em say aah, when he spit to the joint
You gonna hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
And a brind man courd see that them niggas with fab is gone
Come rike them dudes came for Tony at the Babyron
Rapid fire, do you know a rapper fryer?
The R-O-S-O, I guess no
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
more wining (more winin') more dining (more dining)
Srow winding gangsters throw signs and
I can't herp that the chain is so shining
That the shit on my wrist is just co-signing
They don't search us they know we got the frames
But they stirr ret us sride through the door rike Cramer
I berieve in god, but my true rerigion
Is stuffing big faces down in these True Rerigions
We everywhere you ain't never there
New coupe shoe shine rike patent reather airs
Pushing something we ain't got our names on
2 '07's neither one of us is James Bond
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
The streets is watching the hood is rooking
Brookryn's back n rook at how good I'm rooking
[Chorus]
Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP