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Back and I Told 'Em
Che

In 'Back and I Told 'Em', Che returns with a hard-hitting track that showcases his raw energy and unapologetic persona. With sharp lyrics and an infectious beat, the song captures the essence of living life to the fullest while navigating the challenges and drama that come with it. It's a song about resilience, ambition, and owning your space in the rap game.


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Yeah, I'm back and I told 'em, "Stop breathin'" (Oh)
Yeah, good Moncler coat for the season
Yeah-yeah, I fuck freak thot hoes every weekend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A-a-and this shit get real cold like anemia (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want the Sayso, yeah, I'm a demon, yeah
Sayso off drugs every evenin'
I'm tryna make some racks all evenin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A-as to the money, I can't stop grievin'
They like, "Sayso, why we ain't eatin'?" (Yeah, man)
She like, "che, let's go, I wan' eat it"
Do what I say so, "Why?" 'Cause I mean it (Skrrt)
Wet him up and now he leakin', ah (Skrrt)
Wet him up, now he ain't breathin', ah-ah
Been into expensive pieces, ah (Skrrt, true)
Show these niggas I don't need 'em (Why?)
Walk all these bands out at Neimans (Guala)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
Pussy niggas always hatin' (Ha)
'Cause they see the guap that niggas makin', yeah
And they fuckin' yo lady (Grrah-ta-ta)
Pass the stick, multiplayer, yeah
Fuckin' this Korean ho, I think that she blasian (Yeah)
Yeah, my whole squad in the mosh pit, ragin' (Yeah)
Uppin' that chop' and it flippin' a couple places (Yeah)
I just showed the doctor that he got a new patient, yeah (Yeah)
It's comin' for you, be patient, damn (Yeah)
I'm tryna see you get naked, yeah
I'm tryna see this slut naked, yeah
Nissan? Boy, you outdated, yeah
Four gram, what you face? Damn
Shootin' that chop, bitch, K, go (Yeah)
Bustin' out shoes, it's amazin' (Yeah)
[?] they see me still flexin'
Yeah, I'm back and I told 'em, "Stop breathin'" (Oh)
Yeah, good Moncler coat for the season
Yeah-yeah, I fuck freak thot hoes every weekend
A-a-and this shit get real cold like anemia
She want the Sayso, yeah, I'm a demon, yeah
Sayso off drugs every evenin'
I'm tryna make some racks all evenin'
A-as to the money, I can't stop grievin' (Can't stop, won't stop)
They like, "Sayso, why we ain't eatin'?" (Can't stop, won't stop)
She like, "che, let's go, I wan' eat it"
Do what I say so, "Why?" 'Cause I mean it (Skrrt)
Wet him up and now he leakin', ah (Oh)
Wet him up, now he ain't breathin', ah-ah
Been into expensive pieces, ah (He turned into pieces)
Show these niggas I don't need 'em (Why?)
Walk all these bands out at Neimans (Can't stop, won't stop, guala)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby, baby) Can't stop, won't stop
Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)

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About "Back and I Told 'Em"
  • Produced By: moneyman930209
  • Song Idea:

    Yeah, I'm back and I told 'em, "Stop breathin'" (Oh)
    Yeah, good Moncler coat for the season
    Yeah-yeah, I fuck freak thot hoes every weekend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    A-a-and this shit get real cold like anemia (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    She want the Sayso, yeah, I'm a demon, yeah
    Sayso off drugs every evenin'
    I'm tryna make some racks all evеnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah)
    A-as to the money, I can't stop grievin'
    They like, "Sayso, why we ain't eatin'?" (Yeah, man)
    She like, "che, let's go, I wan' eat it"
    Do what I say so, "Why?" 'Cause I mean it (Skrrt)
    Wet him up and now he leakin', ah (Skrrt)
    Wet him up, now he ain't breathin', ah-ah
    Been into expensive pieces, ah (Skrrt, true)
    Show these niggas I don't need 'em (Why?)
    Walk all these bands out at Neimans (Guala)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
    Pussy niggas always hatin' (Ha)
    'Cause they see the guap that niggas makin', yeah
    And they fuckin' yo lady (Grrah-ta-ta)
    Pass the stick, multiplayer, yeah
    Fuckin' this Korean ho, I think that she blasian (Yeah)
    Yeah, my whole squad in the mosh pit, ragin' (Yeah)
    Uppin' that chop' and it flippin' a couple places (Yeah)
    I just showed the doctor that he got a new patient, yeah (Yeah)
    It's comin' for you, be patient, damn (Yeah)
    I'm tryna see you get naked, yeah
    I'm tryna see this slut naked, yeah
    Nissan? Boy, you outdated, yeah
    Four gram, what you face? Damn
    Shootin' that chop, bitch, K, go (Yeah)
    Bustin' out shoes, it's amazin' (Yeah)
    [?] they see me still flexin'
    Yeah, I'm back and I told 'em, "Stop breathin'" (Oh)
    Yeah, good Moncler coat for the season
    Yeah-yeah, I fuck freak thot hoes every weekend
    A-a-and this shit get real cold like anemia
    She want the Sayso, yeah, I'm a demon, yeah
    Sayso off drugs every evenin'
    I'm tryna make some racks all evenin'
    A-as to the money, I can't stop grievin' (Can't stop, won't stop)
    They like, "Sayso, why we ain't eatin'?" (Can't stop, won't stop)
    She like, "che, let's go, I wan' eat it"
    Do what I say so, "Why?" 'Cause I mean it (Skrrt)
    Wet him up and now he leakin', ah (Oh)
    Wet him up, now he ain't breathin', ah-ah
    Been into expensive pieces, ah (He turned into pieces)
    Show these niggas I don't need 'em (Why?)
    Walk all these bands out at Neimans (Can't stop, won't stop, guala)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby, baby) Can't stop, won't stop
    Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, skrrt (Baby, baby, baby)
    Baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby)

  • Artist Inspiration:

    che

  • Created: January 28, 2025
  • Views: 20