Into The Past

Woah (Fedia)
That shit was really fast
200 On the dash
Tryna just go catch his ass (Woah)
Make his ass dance (Where did you go?)
Make his ass dance
Take off her pants (Woah)

Just blast his ass, blast his ass
Back in the past
Blast his ass, blast his ass, back into the past
Into the past (Into the past)

Make his ass dance, show him that little dance
Take off her pants, make that shit wet (Wet)
You know we making a movie with no set (No set)
I may be shooting it, but i don't present (Nah)
Im not gonna talk about no gang that i don't represent (I don't represent)
Sippin' on this lean, like my names bralen
You know that im dreaming
About me balling (I'm ballin')
Cashing up my checks runnin' from the fuckin' feds (Runnin')
Come over to my house so I can spit some fuckin' facts
Get some knowledge into that brain
So the head can be better
You know that sticks coming out the beretta
My eyes mainly focused on the fuckin' cheddar
God that line was so cheesy (Brr)
That shit was easy
Paying the bills by rapping
I used to be trapping (On god)
Everybody say I be capping (You are)
Give me a lie detector test
Ill fail that shit
Cause you know Im from the suburbs
I don't own shit (Nah)
Im just tryna make some good music
That people can vibe with (Vibe with it)
If you dont like it, just try to stop it (Just fucking stop it)
Wait
You'll never stop it
Cause im fuckin' poppin' (You kmow im poppin)
I really came from fuckin' ramen
Yeah, im fuckin' rhyming now
Some people dont want me to make a sound
Well
Thats no fun
Why you want me in the fucking ground?
Probably cause i got some ops
Even though im not like that
And you know i hate the cops
You know im like that

Just blast his ass, blast his ass
Back in the past
Blast his ass, blast his ass, back into the past
Into the past
Yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Lund
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