Текст песни Make It Back - Wizzy Snow

I don't know about these niggas
Ima make it back
I'm putting 10s up in this tech
Know you aint taking that
See it in his eyes
You catch a body ain't no faking that
Surround his house with beams
Like this mother fucking laser tag
Swap the car then burn the last one
We spin got paper tags
5Q5Z
Boy you know I ain't saying that
If you asking who the best
Then go ahead and play it back
I'm bringing drums on the mission
I'm the one who made the track

Every mission gone
I was thinking bout my bitch
Like is he finna die
Or is this one going be it
I was shooting niggas
Before I even thought of joining Crips
He had a problem on his shoulder
But you know what we do to chips
Bitch we eat em
Any animosity
Bitch we meet em
Boy wanna stand tall
I bet this glock a fucking seat him
He came with his nigga
But this AR going retreat em
It go fye fye fye
How it's 5 of em if we leave em
They calling me a demon
It's just something in my mind
Knowing you can die
And knowing so can I
So ima shoot first With my niggas
Every time my niggas slide
I might ride with a 9
It's 556s when we slide
I told that bitch she need to kill too
She said Bonny Clyde
I just love talking shit
I know that she ain't really mine
For my niggas it ain't nothing
I put your life up on that line
Now you talking to your god
And he asking bout them lies

I don't know about these niggas
Ima make it back
I'm putting 10s up in this tech
Know you aint taking that
See it in his eyes
You catch a body ain't no faking that
Surround his house with beams
Like this mother fucking laser tag
Swap the car then burn the last one
We spin got paper tags
5Q5Z
Boy you know I ain't saying that
If you asking who the best
Then go ahead and play it back
I'm bringing drums on the mission
I'm the one who made the track

She said boy don't stop
So fuck it I go faster
Make her fall in love
Then i'm gone call me Casper
Bitch i been dropping bombs
So all them guns don't even matter
Only god know the truth
Suck my dick out to the pastor
If it ain't about no money
Then don't just hit my line
Nigga playing with my cousin
Than that gamer nigga dying
Gloves on mask on
Head down when we sliding
Hard for me to love a bitch
But the lord know I be trying
She said why not trust a bitch
Cause bitches they be choosing
Never knowing if she yours
Or if you really losing
Niggas die over pussy
And killing baby what we doing
I'm just trynna teach these niggas
You can call this Wizzy schooling
And if you owe me money
You ain't dead yet we cooling
I ain't tripping off no money
My respect than you losing
Beat from the front the back
On her neck I leave bruises
She ain't my bitch but we fucking
I'm like bitch what we doing

I don't know about these niggas
Ima make it back
I'm putting 10s up in this tech
Know you aint taking that
See it in his eyes
You catch a body ain't no faking that
Surround his house with beams
Like this mother fucking laser tag
Swap the car then burn the last one
We spin got paper tags
5Q5Z
Boy you know I ain't saying that
If you asking who the best
Then go ahead and play it back
I'm bringing drums on the mission
I'm the one who made the track