Way Back
Way back
I remember smoking loud pack
Chilling with my brothers
We just hanging where the clouds at
How's that
I ain't hanging where no crowds at
Find me in my room
I'll be loading up a bowl pack of
Straight gas
It hits me where the pain at
Numb it with the drugs
I ain't talking bout no Xanax
I'm talking about blunt that would
Kill a fucking manatee
Who the fuck be loving me
Not a fucking soul
So I fill the void with vanity
It's insanity
Like profanity to all of Christianity
I've been moving so hot
The devil taking notes of me
I've been looking so hot
Your bitch can't get ahold of me 
She's old to me
I had her way back
So I know you know she knows of me
Like a locomotive
you ain't ever fucking stopping me
And this will only end if a motherfucker dropping me
Put it to my chin and meet the end
Like what's popping b
Yeah I'm shopping free
Open up the map
Like none of this is new to me
You're confusing me
And I ain't stupid please
Get the fuck away from me
You a stupid a bitch
And I don't fuck with it
Like
Imma die young
Die rich die lit
I don't really give a shit
Nor a fuck
So what's up
Get the keys to the whip then I dip
Fuck your party
Fuck your click
I'm a stoner
Take your bic
Lighter
Then get higher
On my own
You some liars
Fake as fuck
You still trying
I don't see it
Or believe it
Yeah my whip is fucking keyless
You a bitch I hope you see this
Play it back
Run it back
Play it back
Run it back lil bitch
Yeah I'm the shit
I remember smoking loud pack
Chilling with my brothers
We just hanging where the clouds at
How's that
I ain't hanging where no crowds at
Find me in my room
I'll be loading up a bowl pack of
Straight gas
It hits me where the pain at
Numb it with the drugs
I ain't talking bout no Xanax
I'm talking about blunt that would
Kill a fucking manatee
Who the fuck be loving me
Not a fucking soul
So I fill the void with vanity
It's insanity
Like profanity to all of Christianity
I've been moving so hot
The devil taking notes of me
I've been looking so hot
Your bitch can't get ahold of me 
She's old to me
I had her way back
So I know you know she knows of me
Like a locomotive
you ain't ever fucking stopping me
And this will only end if a motherfucker dropping me
Put it to my chin and meet the end
Like what's popping b
Yeah I'm shopping free
Open up the map
Like none of this is new to me
You're confusing me
And I ain't stupid please
Get the fuck away from me
You a stupid a bitch
And I don't fuck with it
Like
Imma die young
Die rich die lit
I don't really give a shit
Nor a fuck
So what's up
Get the keys to the whip then I dip
Fuck your party
Fuck your click
I'm a stoner
Take your bic
Lighter
Then get higher
On my own
You some liars
Fake as fuck
You still trying
I don't see it
Or believe it
Yeah my whip is fucking keyless
You a bitch I hope you see this
Play it back
Run it back
Play it back
Run it back lil bitch
Yeah I'm the shit
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Writer(s): Nickolas Hale
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