Back Down Road

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Hold on, wait a minute, let me put this shit in motion (in motion)
Puttin' in these nights, I'm out here causing a commotion (a commotion)
Niggas can't handle what I've been through, think I'm chosen (think I'm chosen)
My nigga wildin' out, he finna spin a rollercoaster
I don't know, I don't know (I don't know)
Finna put me on a fit, take a photo (flash)
Finna pour me up a brick, and move slo-mo (wow)
Finna count me up some racks with my eyes closed, uh (racks, yeah)

First thing, she done fell in love with my grammar (lil' bitch)
Ninth grade, I was on the road with my blammer (brr-brr)
Mustang, I be ridin' 'round with some scammers (ridin' 'round)
No, I never really had me no manners (no manners)

Took two years (two years), now I'm back down road (back road)
I ain't never complain, I know how this shit go (I know how)
They said that, "I'm going hard", well shit, tell me a lil' more
Finna hop up in this plane and put some racks on the floor (phew)

Two 20s, 50s, blues, Abraham, yeah, I don't rock with him (pff)
I really don't like niggas, why would I ever feature them? (Feature them)
But do we got some beef with him? You know I got some beef with them (with them)
30 for this flight, so you cannot have a seat with him (phew)

H-hold on, wait a minute, let me put this shit in motion (in motion)
Puttin' in these nights, I'm out here causing a commotion (a commotion)
Niggas can't handle what I've been through, think I'm chosen (think I'm chosen)
My nigga wildin' out, he finna spin a rollercoaster
I don't know, I don't know (I don't know)
Finna put me on a fit, take a photo (flash)
Finna pour me up a brick, and move slo-mo (wow)
Finna count me up some racks with my eyes closed (racks, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Lathan Echols, Nicolas Baran
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