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The Boys Are Back in Town Lyrics

Over a bass-heavy experimental beat, the four rappers take turns spitting quick verses about women and guns while boasting their riches.

The title may be a reference to Irish rock band Thin Lizzy’s 1976…

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[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 rock 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)[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, Pouya with your bitch

[Verse 5: Pouya &

Yung Gravy

]

I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regimen

I'm pullin' up to Gravy mama house with perfect etiquette, lil' bitch

(

Hey, Mom, look, the boys are back in town

)

[Verse 6: Yung Gravy]

Lil' bitch, fuck that

They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat

My new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack

[Verse 7: TrippyThaKid]

I'm ready to get my guns back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off that love pack

I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

[Verse 8: RAMIREZ]

Smokin' up on that swamp sack

Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac

Pimpin' these bitches, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack

[Verse 9: Pouya]

Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah

Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah[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, Trippy with your bitch (Woah)

[Verse 10: TrippyThaKid,

Yung Gravy

, &

RAMIREZ

]

Mozzarella, marinara

Put that shit up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera, uh

Only flexing 'cause I gots to

Bought some dope and made it water

Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner

Come for your mother and daughter

Puffin' the indica harder

[Interlude: Pouya]

I just fucked your bitch in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo)

[Verse 11: Yung Gravy]

Ayy, bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket

Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it

I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes

Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic

Bitch