Hitman Heazy - RETURN OF OLD HEAZY (feat. Stunt Degrate) Lyrics

I'm back on my old shit
Smoke clouds floatin' in the sky, peep the sharp contrast
Tellin' stories bout your glory days, nigga puff puff pass
Trash bags full of green, like I just cut the grass
Hitman Heazy get the beats and then I snipe they ass
Million dollar shit, they be talkin, then they likely trash
F*ckin' with a light-skinned Martian, man I'll never land
Had that Outkast Skew it on the Bar B, playin' in my head
Have the baddest passenger seat, layin' in my lap
Need some new brakes, I'm goin' places that I never have
My BM like, mm-hmm, lookin' just like his ass
Smokin' session, put the good Za to the air
Switch a new pair, of Nike Airs like a created player
Stick a whole wad of this sweaty cash in her derriere
Nigga so nice on the mic, lookin' like I barely care
Make your girl fall like she just tripped walkin' up the stairs
And I caught her by her titties, sorry in advance
Smokin' on the woods, pissin' Smokey off at summer camp
Weed too loud, hard to hear, I make her come again
You think bein' broke with all this talent is more comforting
Four Seasons of hunger never stop at the Comfort Inn
Settle down with a ho, you just pack it in like, guess that's it
Easy to see why we sit at number one again
Me and success lookin' just like a couple twins
You rappers just mere human beings like Uncle Ben
Until summer's over, I'm high and I'm drivin
They smellin' sweet odors of cologne and Hybrids
I can't hold these racks up or hold up my eyelids
I knew it would catch up, I'm back on my old shit
I'm back on my old shit