Back Inna Day

Back in the day used to post at the trap house
Now I'm getting paid for the shit that I rap bout
Nigga talking that shit that he not bout
Nigga that's the lil shit you get slapped bout
And nah I don't trust these niggas
Don't trust these bitches that's why I keep my glizzy

You not a shooter, you missed
Do this shit for the women boy you really a bitch
And I don't even got a cock it
Cause It's already one in the head
Ready to put a nigga ass in the bed
And this shit off the top I don't need no pencil
But you know a nigga keep that led

Nigga fuck is you saying
Bout the green like lettuce know i'ma get to that bread
And no we not playing Glock got a kick like Tekken
My niggas stepping like we in the band, for my dog we sprayin'

We done swept the whole block up with this Glock i'm handyman
Tryna come around be my dog gon' get you robbed took for them bands
All these niggas on my dick saying I could've
Been blew Like I ain't got no plan

Cut em off, don't need no friends
Pulled out them racks now she gon' dance
Can't talk right now, gotta get them bags
Duck off gotta get to the racks
He broke, that's why he mad but I look mad cause I might spazz
On a drink real bad can't go too fast
You done lost your chance bitch that's too bad

Cause bitch i'm back and i'm better than ever
If you try to take something that's your ass
And i'm scrapped with Baretta's
This bitch gon' make a nigga dance
If you get caught, ain't no telling you niggas out here going out sad
And only time is gon' tell if these niggas really got your back

So I keep that heat in my reach
Feel like I'm D Wade and this bitch Shaq
It ain't no love in these streets
You gon' see who really gon' last

Still runnin' with DT, I don't wanna speak I'm in my bag
I up that fye boy don't reach
Or we gon' blow that boy just like some gas
They say they walked down on 'em with no mask
Did that boy, um huh, did him bad



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Writer(s): Bryan Higginbotham
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