Intro:
It ain't no coming back, Ay, it ain't no coming back
On everything it ain't no coming back
My lil big nigga ain't no coming back

Chorus:
Like a 4th quarter blow out ain't no coming back
It ain't no coming back /2x
My lil nigga it ain't no coming back
I put that on everything ain't no coming back

Verse 1:
Hey, I plead the fifth I been dealing with welters
Trying to be a genie summoned demons in my shelter
From here I need mo than a spare mane imma be like Hefner
See, broke niggas got limits I come with no measure
Turn a project chick to Cinderella's all I know
Masseuse ha, caress ha, maintain loyal until it glow, ay
Hey, we don't take no loses, y'all know I'm that sauce kid
They type essays when they login
But Hertz free when I walk in
Ay, I need a hundred back, I need them hundreds back
Took that case for yo ass I need six hundred back
It ain't over till my B.A. get a hundred back

Chorus:
Like a 4th quarter blow out ain't no coming back
It ain't no coming back /3x
Put that on Big Stucky it aint no coming back
I take a L
I'm just gonna run it back /3x
Till the day I R.I.P. I'm just gonna run it back

Verse 2:
Some of you niggas be like camel toe
Turn pussy with the bandwagon bitches and hoes
Its consequences for niggas that don't keep it parallel
But when you leave it in God's hand, it never fail
Part of my flesh is saying blood sacrifice or save him(1692)
Do him like sinners in Salem(slit)
Off with his head(trigger), No you amputate em
Before I bless him with my blessings I gotta probate him
You 180 I'm 360 don't think that dunk can match
Deposits doing quadruples you know my lump ain't flat
I'm Dre, Pac, and Diddy together know I come with plats
Anything with my name on it should come with tax, ay
I got a feen for kings and queens
I pet peeve for jealous niggas who covet and leech
I over stand yo every move like a drone mane
Kamikaze on me is the wrong play, ay
It ain't no coming back /2x
Na, my lil nigga it aint no coming back, I put that on everythang aint no

Hundred bands got a, hundred rounds gotta, do my dance there, let that money bounce
Hundred bands got a, hundred rounds gotta, do my dance there, let that money
Girls like, money, car, clothes, weed, lean, drugs, molly, Percocetes ,Zan, teddy, sex
Dick in they spine, all the time
If she ain't a real winner I say never mind
Like mane I need one of each kind, and there is no VIP line
I'm on the highway like forgies
I'm going 2x times 40
Yea yo main bitch want a orgy
She'll do whatever for me
Ay, I feel it in the air its percolating my mucus
You petty bougie convo niggas be changing like Rubics
Zaytoven, Beethoven they know that I keep it acoustic
Put yo weapon formed down or end up just like Judas


Chorus:
Like a 4th quarter blow out ain't no coming back
It ain't no coming back /3x
Put that on Big Stucky it aint no coming back
I take a L
I'm just gonna run it back /3x
Till the day I R.I.P. I'm just gonna run it back