Back Then

One thing about it, she gone go cause i'm having
This whip came with low mileage, put that shit on fuck a stylist
Chains on my neck, Kunta Kinte
Old people, niggas Bengay
Range extender hall of fame, I shoot shit like it's 2K
But let me get on topic, my pockets stuffed like a stocking
Blue tip bullets in this clip, one shot gone fuck up ya body
They mad cause i'm hot like Taki's, tote plenty fire like Hibachi
If it's smoke, then just pop it
I can't lie I know i'm toxic
Stay in yo lane, before you wreck now
I do numbers just like TextNow
Don't reach down below my neck now
Like a doctor, i get checks now
I just put my phone on Airplane mode, so now it's hard to speak to me
How you steady scream I'm fake, in public won't even speak to me
Might take a trip to Miami, TSA with that heat on me
They sleep
Put like ten on his head, that's a DeRozan on yo top
My wordplay harder than niggas, tell em let's go bar for bar
Groupie hoes all in my DM, cause they know that i'm a star

Hood Speaker save the block, don't get crossed between the opps
Used to didn't share none of my music, now they begging me to drop
If i text you back, you lucky
I'm in my bag, like a luggage
Everywhere with I C E Y on my neck, it ain't no tucking
Now i'm hot they all on me, ain't know me when i was dusty
I wasn't dusty, I'm just saying when i was a nobody in public
I pray that my time come, still patient learned not to rush it
She gone off of the Pink Whitney, now she talking bout she love me

Hold up stop

She must be crazy
From the high end where you die in, I'm a Binghampton Baby
I got em mad cause i'm dope, just like the coke in the eighties
Might walk em down toting shots, I'm gone pull up and den fade it
She keep asking for my number, if you listening take it
Four seven zero four nine one zero three nine two, we burn the coupe
Tell PT go get some water, put the fire out in booth
It's a shoutout to Mike Jones, still tip in designer shoes
I got the juice

Haha, Hood Speaker
Nine one four five
It ain't just in me, it's on me too