Ashes
Back to back to back to back
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' I love all the fashion
Lil bitch I ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't want smoke no ashes
I'm just tryna sell you hope
They just wanna sell you dope
They ain't never showed me ropes
Boy you gon sink or float
I been tryna switch my ways up
Check the score bitch I'm way up
Baby I cannot lay up
Pay attention better pay up
(Huh)
Money don't make sense
Money on incest
Money grow straight from trees huh
Money come straight from keys huh
When you get rich
They gon need ya
Ice on no visa
Big bank take little bank
Good smoke boy I ventilate
Bad bitch lemme penetrate
Bossed up I could never hate
Lots of money you just can't relate
Did somethings I could never say
And I got some bonds I could never break
I'm b lowin cookies watch me levitate
Told my momma I could never change
Stash spot whippin' cocaine
Cuz the dope game bring me fame
Back to back to back to back
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' i love all the fashion
Lil bitch i ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't smoke no ashes
They let my dog out the kennel
Servin' up bags of the kibble
I had to cut out the middle
Ball player no dribble
All game no scrimmage
Balmains my denims
All blue no pennies
You came with a problem
You left in yo feelings
Blowin gas to cieling
This for my mother
She know that I love her
This for my brothers
Please stay out of trouble
Since we was youngins
We always was thuggin'
Aye since we was youngins'
You know how we comin'
From selling them drugs
To skippin on school
This ain't a game
I thought it was cool
I feel the pain and I see the truth
They know my name and I see the proof
Back to back to back to back
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' I love all the fashion
Lil bitch I ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't want smoke no ashes
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' I love all the fashion
Lil bitch I ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't want smoke no ashes
I'm just tryna sell you hope
They just wanna sell you dope
They ain't never showed me ropes
Boy you gon sink or float
I been tryna switch my ways up
Check the score bitch I'm way up
Baby I cannot lay up
Pay attention better pay up
(Huh)
Money don't make sense
Money on incest
Money grow straight from trees huh
Money come straight from keys huh
When you get rich
They gon need ya
Ice on no visa
Big bank take little bank
Good smoke boy I ventilate
Bad bitch lemme penetrate
Bossed up I could never hate
Lots of money you just can't relate
Did somethings I could never say
And I got some bonds I could never break
I'm b lowin cookies watch me levitate
Told my momma I could never change
Stash spot whippin' cocaine
Cuz the dope game bring me fame
Back to back to back to back
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' i love all the fashion
Lil bitch i ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't smoke no ashes
They let my dog out the kennel
Servin' up bags of the kibble
I had to cut out the middle
Ball player no dribble
All game no scrimmage
Balmains my denims
All blue no pennies
You came with a problem
You left in yo feelings
Blowin gas to cieling
This for my mother
She know that I love her
This for my brothers
Please stay out of trouble
Since we was youngins
We always was thuggin'
Aye since we was youngins'
You know how we comin'
From selling them drugs
To skippin on school
This ain't a game
I thought it was cool
I feel the pain and I see the truth
They know my name and I see the proof
Back to back to back to back
(Yea)
In the kitchen
Whippin' crack
(Yea)
Momma trippin bout the trap
(Again)
Caught me runnin' up a bag
(Again)
Drippin' I love all the fashion
Lil bitch I ride with a mac ten
You not a gangsta you actin'
You don't want smoke no ashes
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Hidenfelter
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