Backwards

Still in my old bag
When I had a dope pack
They seeing me winning
They wishing I wasn't
That shit dead like a toe tag
Like the odds of you getting yo hoe back
I'm the new Bobby Wolmack
If I front you a pack, you can hold that
We gone see what you throwback
They cannot get me up off my pivot
Been running up digits so vicious
Got them birds like I'm feeding the pigeons
Coup let me Debo your bitches
I used to boguard the trenches
I'll pull your hoe card and bend it
Renewal pending
You bet not breathe and offend me
No time to finish your sentence
Now thank you, good riddens

And all I want is money
You can keep the theatrics
And I just keep 'em coming
I could do this shit backwards
Don't give a fuck what you talkin' bout
Nigga you was never a factor
Get the backend before I walk in
I could do this shit backwards



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Writer(s): Travis Griffin
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