The Boys Are Back in Town Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez & TrippythaKid

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Ayy

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket
Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it
I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Don't think nobody gonna fuck with me like I do
Look at me killin' it, motherfuckers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too
That means I don't give a fuck

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Yeah, I wanna stunt
I make your salary thrice in a month
I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts
And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits
You ain't with the shits, RAMIREZ with your bitch (Woah)

[Verse 4: RAMIREZ]
Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face
Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh
Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist
Kick in the door, point me to the safe
Fuckin' the posters up with all the bass
Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you
I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)