[Intro]

Time to welcome Atlanta's favorite dope boy

Hey what's happpin' (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

What it is y'all

T.I.P. king of the south

Rubber Band Man, boing

Ay man (ay)

It's good to be back (ay)

I miss y'all too shawty (Pimp Squad, Grand Hustle nigga)

[Verse]

Long time no see now I'm back on my feet

Comfortably in back of a v, right back in the streets

Within' a matter of weeks, thought they had me for 3

You purposed to the game but she married to me

Missed me while I was gone now I'm back in the zone

Got a message for the nigga who attackin' the throne

You gon' make me put this heater to the back of your dome

Flip yo lil ass from the front to the back of your home

Any idiot can see you should'a left me alone

Cause they know the Game Over when I catch you alone

Flip, I'ma show you 'bout addressin' me wrong

I'm after your lucky charms nigga let it be known

Anyway, see me shinin' with immaculate stones

Or somewhere ridin' through the city, rims have to be chrome

21's, 22's, left factory home

Stop, drop the top, hit the gas and I'm gone

From the box to the top spot where I belong

But could've swore that was my flow I heard in your song

But you should know that releasin' mini-me's ain't offendin' me

Cause rappers always have a tendency to mimic g's

I guess that's just they way to tell me they missin' me

A million sold still there ain't a nigga real as me

Besides, imagery's the finest form of flattery

But now it's time to welcome back the nigga nigga's rather see

[Outro]

Hey hey hey

You already know what it is

T.I.P., Pimp Squad Clique, man ain't nuttin' change

Still king of the south, still rubber band man nigga, still on top nigga

Ay

Welcome back nigga

Y'all welcome back nigga

You understand that, welcome back to the trap nigga

T.I.P. nigga, king of the motherfuckin' south

Flip I see ya nigga

I'm on my motherfuckin' way dawg

Ay

Country, Macboney, A.K., y'all niggas next nigga

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