Way Back
Yah Yah
Saint V
Detour
Yeah
Since I was Jit, get me a hit, I'm in the way back
Blunt on his lip, Swisher is lit, I gotta taste that
Hit you lick, busted his lips, I did not say jack
Niggas do anything if the price is right, Pat Sajak
Hold that thought, now you off, got me Lost, not the boss, you a fraud
We don't act, we act up, bitch that's law
Bang, bang, bang, bang, shots fired, shot fired, back back
Tactical in my backpack, extend-o 24, that's a snack pack
I can hear you talking we go way back
Don't make me take aim at your wave cap
He a clown if homie think I play that
Once you cross the line it ain't no take backs
Steady talking down and we go way back
And now I got to make him lay flat
You the one that taught me got to stay strapped
Tactical will make him face facts
Bitch Sit Down, If You Ain't Trying To Get Down
I can hear you talking we go way back
Don't make me take aim at your wave cap
He a clown if homie think I play that
Once you cross the line it ain't no take backs
Steady talking down and we go way back
And now I got to make him lay flat
You the one that taught me got to stay strapped
Tactical will make him face facts
I swear to god my mind, tricks on me, tricks on me, tricks on me
Dipping in mean, got the grip on me, grip on me
Fifth on me, tipping fo' fours, with the four four for the hoes that switched on me
Bitch blow me
Big homie swinging in the black ac. (Acura), black masked up
Orangutaning where the stash at, forty on a bitch what's your cash app
Gut em' wide, butterfly
Run it up your gut just like a halfback, yeah yeah
Snakes in the grass swear they knew me from way back
See me trying to do me and they hate that
Nawl don't let a fake act get to me
And all that history don't me shit to me, you know it don't
Fuck the fame, and still I love wealth
Cause all the lust and hatred yeah is something else
I got a hundred gangsters, with a hundred bangers
If we buck and aim it, you gone duck a shell
You know my loyalty and matched with nothing else
I'm fuck a smoke I'm hoping something helps
And if you can't understand that, then go fuck yourself
You lil' Bitch
Saint V
Detour
Yeah
Since I was Jit, get me a hit, I'm in the way back
Blunt on his lip, Swisher is lit, I gotta taste that
Hit you lick, busted his lips, I did not say jack
Niggas do anything if the price is right, Pat Sajak
Hold that thought, now you off, got me Lost, not the boss, you a fraud
We don't act, we act up, bitch that's law
Bang, bang, bang, bang, shots fired, shot fired, back back
Tactical in my backpack, extend-o 24, that's a snack pack
I can hear you talking we go way back
Don't make me take aim at your wave cap
He a clown if homie think I play that
Once you cross the line it ain't no take backs
Steady talking down and we go way back
And now I got to make him lay flat
You the one that taught me got to stay strapped
Tactical will make him face facts
Bitch Sit Down, If You Ain't Trying To Get Down
I can hear you talking we go way back
Don't make me take aim at your wave cap
He a clown if homie think I play that
Once you cross the line it ain't no take backs
Steady talking down and we go way back
And now I got to make him lay flat
You the one that taught me got to stay strapped
Tactical will make him face facts
I swear to god my mind, tricks on me, tricks on me, tricks on me
Dipping in mean, got the grip on me, grip on me
Fifth on me, tipping fo' fours, with the four four for the hoes that switched on me
Bitch blow me
Big homie swinging in the black ac. (Acura), black masked up
Orangutaning where the stash at, forty on a bitch what's your cash app
Gut em' wide, butterfly
Run it up your gut just like a halfback, yeah yeah
Snakes in the grass swear they knew me from way back
See me trying to do me and they hate that
Nawl don't let a fake act get to me
And all that history don't me shit to me, you know it don't
Fuck the fame, and still I love wealth
Cause all the lust and hatred yeah is something else
I got a hundred gangsters, with a hundred bangers
If we buck and aim it, you gone duck a shell
You know my loyalty and matched with nothing else
I'm fuck a smoke I'm hoping something helps
And if you can't understand that, then go fuck yourself
You lil' Bitch
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Writer(s): Marcel Vallot
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