Flashbacks (feat. Yung Astro)

Aye, yeah
Ahh
Yeah, yeah
(A-A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
I'm running for the bags
I'm getting hunnids, If these bitches throw it back
I'm tossin' hunnids, Got a big sack in my bag,
She tryna roll it, I just snatched that bitch she bad
And now she hoein'
Aye my squad we rollin' up
Got a bottle we pourin' up
Bad bitches, they showin up
4, 4s, we throwing' up
Aye that bitch she poppin' beans
She fuckin' on the team
Goin' crazy, I let it ring
Empty out the magazine

B-Bitch I'm flying like a reaper, I fuck that bitch but I don't need her
She in my phone but I delete her, AZ broke boys tote them heaters
Yeah these bitches got complexity, I'm mixin' up the recipe
Now they wanna come next to me
But why they keep on testing me?
Bitch I'm choppin' and choppin' and flippin' and gettin' it
All of my niggas keep runnin' and spendin' it
Y'all are some goofy's, I'm flowing with synonyms
Hop on the track, yeah T.S.Z. killin' it
Ask if I'm down, nigga I been with it
Piece it together just like its a sewing knit
Best in G-town, bitch I be killing it
Give me some ice cause my mouth be burnin' shit
These people be talking while I'm stacking blues
10 bands in my pocket when I'm in the stu'
Blast off like a rocket, goin' too the moon
New album be droppin' and its comin' soon

I'm running for the bags
I'm getting hunnids, If these bitches throw it back
I'm tossing' hunnids, Got a big sack in my bag, she tryna roll it
I just snatched that bitch she bad, and now she hoein'

Yung Astro on that beat so you know he's goin' hard
And they calling me Yung Astro 'cause I'm shootin' for the stars, aye
Back then I was trippin', I was takin' hella bars
Now I'm chillin' with the team and you know we getting ours
Aye flashbacks, had no bag, I had to grab that
Grab that, had to get up on a fast track
Fast track, started sellin' all the gas pack
Fast track, see your chain then ima snatch that
N-No Lightning McQueen, but we driving foreign cars
And its no more Charlie shea, I ain't poppin' no more bars
I ain't sipping on no lean, but we smokin' fat cigars
Staying focused on this green, so you know we goin' far, yuh
Snatch that, see your bitch then ima snatch that
Snatch that, now she sending pics on Snapchat
Snapchat, yeah you know I had to catch that
Catch that, now I'm on my way to tap that

I'm running for the bags
I'm getting hunnids, If these bitches throw it back
I'm tossing' hunnids, Got a big sack in my bag
She tryna roll it, I just snatched that bitch she bad
And now she hoein'
Aye my squad be rollin' up
Got a bottle we pourin' up
Bad bitches, they showin up
4, 4s, we throwing' up
That bitch she poppin' beans
She fuckin' on the team
Goin' crazy, I let it ring
Empty out the magazine



Credits
Writer(s): T. Z.
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