BACK TO the BASICS (feat. Trent Bill)
Now it's back to the basics
Niggas be talking
But really don't say shit
Bullets give him a facelift
Swerve in the foreign
Now watch how I lane switch
All my niggas they saucing
Please don't run up or
Get put in a coffin
5 bands on the walk in
If the money the convo
I like how you talking
If not get to walking
My niggas they jugging
You know they extorting
No olympics
We torching
Pull up where you at
We not giving no warnings
She love sucking dick
Her mouth full of spits
She giving me head in the morning
Stay talking shit
We doing a hit
Now he in a box
Like some Jordans
She give me head like a tutor
I fell in love with a cougar
Don't do the talking
Don't like walking
Hop in a lyft or
A Uber
My niggas shooter
Stay on point
I gotta maneuver
Too many racks
Yeah I'm flipping it
Fuck on a bitch then I'm clipping it
He get the pack
Then we stripping it
Get me a order
They shipping it
If her shit fat then I'm gripping it
Shawty she trash
So I'm skipping it
Feel like a slave
How I'm whipping it
Pass me the Henny I'm sipping it
These bitches be fucking us
Opps they be ducking us
If she a thot
She gon suck it up
If niggas is chucking
Them shots get to bussing
If he not gang
He don't fuck with us
If he not gang
He don't fuck with us
Heard I was out on vacation
Well bitch I'm back
And I'm back to the basics
I know that niggas gone hate this
But on my body I'm counting up faces
Niggas gone gossip and say shit
Fuck all that talk
I'm too real for that fake shit
I'm blacking out
Like I'm a racist
Get to the bag
I ain't tryna be famous
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Trapping all night
Til the mother fucking sun is up
I'm jumping out v's
I can't move on my feet
That's too hot
When my muh fucking gun is tucked
I be on niggas block
They be lacking a lot
Too much pills
Got em moving like dopeys
Like hold on lil bro
Who that by the store
That's the same lil nigga that wrote me
I ain't write em back
So he thought it was sweet
He ain't even know it was beef
His gang blaming the opps
And they blaming his treesh
They ain't even know it was me
That boy laid on the street
Momma fell to her knees
In the neighborhood
Calling for peace
Shit I rather it him
Cause it cannot be me
Sending threats
I send shots out the v
Hold up
Wait
Niggas broke
And I cannot relate
I run straight to the bank on the chase
I TD
In the spot by the cake
Back to the basics
Back on my bullshit
Police they back on my ass
Back to the caking
Back to full clips
Nigga I'm back in my bag
Niggas be talking
But really don't say shit
Bullets give him a facelift
Swerve in the foreign
Now watch how I lane switch
All my niggas they saucing
Please don't run up or
Get put in a coffin
5 bands on the walk in
If the money the convo
I like how you talking
If not get to walking
My niggas they jugging
You know they extorting
No olympics
We torching
Pull up where you at
We not giving no warnings
She love sucking dick
Her mouth full of spits
She giving me head in the morning
Stay talking shit
We doing a hit
Now he in a box
Like some Jordans
She give me head like a tutor
I fell in love with a cougar
Don't do the talking
Don't like walking
Hop in a lyft or
A Uber
My niggas shooter
Stay on point
I gotta maneuver
Too many racks
Yeah I'm flipping it
Fuck on a bitch then I'm clipping it
He get the pack
Then we stripping it
Get me a order
They shipping it
If her shit fat then I'm gripping it
Shawty she trash
So I'm skipping it
Feel like a slave
How I'm whipping it
Pass me the Henny I'm sipping it
These bitches be fucking us
Opps they be ducking us
If she a thot
She gon suck it up
If niggas is chucking
Them shots get to bussing
If he not gang
He don't fuck with us
If he not gang
He don't fuck with us
Heard I was out on vacation
Well bitch I'm back
And I'm back to the basics
I know that niggas gone hate this
But on my body I'm counting up faces
Niggas gone gossip and say shit
Fuck all that talk
I'm too real for that fake shit
I'm blacking out
Like I'm a racist
Get to the bag
I ain't tryna be famous
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Trapping all night
Til the mother fucking sun is up
I'm jumping out v's
I can't move on my feet
That's too hot
When my muh fucking gun is tucked
I be on niggas block
They be lacking a lot
Too much pills
Got em moving like dopeys
Like hold on lil bro
Who that by the store
That's the same lil nigga that wrote me
I ain't write em back
So he thought it was sweet
He ain't even know it was beef
His gang blaming the opps
And they blaming his treesh
They ain't even know it was me
That boy laid on the street
Momma fell to her knees
In the neighborhood
Calling for peace
Shit I rather it him
Cause it cannot be me
Sending threats
I send shots out the v
Hold up
Wait
Niggas broke
And I cannot relate
I run straight to the bank on the chase
I TD
In the spot by the cake
Back to the basics
Back on my bullshit
Police they back on my ass
Back to the caking
Back to full clips
Nigga I'm back in my bag
Credits
Writer(s): Trenton Simon
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