Flashbacks
I make this music right down from the dust
I fuck my bitch 40 times in a month
I felt like nothing compared to her love
And I was right girl you got me in love
She suck my dick and she said it was bussin
She rode my dick until I started bustin
Need a Plan B cause we ain't riskin nothing
Call me the bomb blew her back like a musket
40 round clip got my opps scared and runnin
40 yard dash to the car then we dust em
Speedin past 12 but I'm screamin fuck it
Put me in court for shootin these buckets
Keepin my hands on her hips while we fuckin
She can't be quiet she scream when she cumming
Give me the rock and I'll slam it like Drummond
You think you the shit but bitch you ain't nothing
Don't text me baby just FaceTime
Keep it on 40 strap on my waistline
Making albums this shit gon take time
I've been writin this shit for like ten nights
I been pullin her hair no strings attached
Box dyed bitch she red and black
She knows I love it when she arch her back
Then I put it in and then I make it clap
I'm too obsessed with her now I'ma hoard her
I'ma keep ballin til the end of the quarter
Now that I'm rich I know I can afford her
Fuck on that bitch right there in the corner
I know it sound like I call her a bitch a lot
No disrespect I just say all that shit a lot
Whenever I see her you know that I hit her I put on a show turn around then I hit her block
I do this shit and I'm still in teens
Rappin like this but I'm seventeen
Know all the words like a spelling bee
Found her on lock and I put in the key
Stay on Bulls shit like I'm part of the team
what I hit like my name is Kareem
Ain't no one here make it bigger than me
Best in my city you know what I mean
Back in line know I make you see flashbacks
Out of time put the body in a hatchback
Bitch talkin shit but that girl got a flat back
He talkin crazy I'm knocking his cap back
Lookin so hazy right after I slap that
I send a diss then you not gonna clap back
They cookin beef in they raps like it's Outback
Give me the chance I'ma run like a halfback
I caught him lackin his lo' on the Snapchat
Claim that you rich but you beggin on CashApp
Rewind what I said tell my baby to back that ass on my dick and you know I'ma clap that
Say disrespect and I'm not gonna have that
Hearing my name and they all wanna act mad
Like when they saw Ye wearin a mag hat
Honestly now I've been gettin these flashbacks
I fuck my bitch 40 times in a month
I felt like nothing compared to her love
And I was right girl you got me in love
She suck my dick and she said it was bussin
She rode my dick until I started bustin
Need a Plan B cause we ain't riskin nothing
Call me the bomb blew her back like a musket
40 round clip got my opps scared and runnin
40 yard dash to the car then we dust em
Speedin past 12 but I'm screamin fuck it
Put me in court for shootin these buckets
Keepin my hands on her hips while we fuckin
She can't be quiet she scream when she cumming
Give me the rock and I'll slam it like Drummond
You think you the shit but bitch you ain't nothing
Don't text me baby just FaceTime
Keep it on 40 strap on my waistline
Making albums this shit gon take time
I've been writin this shit for like ten nights
I been pullin her hair no strings attached
Box dyed bitch she red and black
She knows I love it when she arch her back
Then I put it in and then I make it clap
I'm too obsessed with her now I'ma hoard her
I'ma keep ballin til the end of the quarter
Now that I'm rich I know I can afford her
Fuck on that bitch right there in the corner
I know it sound like I call her a bitch a lot
No disrespect I just say all that shit a lot
Whenever I see her you know that I hit her I put on a show turn around then I hit her block
I do this shit and I'm still in teens
Rappin like this but I'm seventeen
Know all the words like a spelling bee
Found her on lock and I put in the key
Stay on Bulls shit like I'm part of the team
what I hit like my name is Kareem
Ain't no one here make it bigger than me
Best in my city you know what I mean
Back in line know I make you see flashbacks
Out of time put the body in a hatchback
Bitch talkin shit but that girl got a flat back
He talkin crazy I'm knocking his cap back
Lookin so hazy right after I slap that
I send a diss then you not gonna clap back
They cookin beef in they raps like it's Outback
Give me the chance I'ma run like a halfback
I caught him lackin his lo' on the Snapchat
Claim that you rich but you beggin on CashApp
Rewind what I said tell my baby to back that ass on my dick and you know I'ma clap that
Say disrespect and I'm not gonna have that
Hearing my name and they all wanna act mad
Like when they saw Ye wearin a mag hat
Honestly now I've been gettin these flashbacks
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Willman
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