Back Then (feat. Rack$tar Tae)
You said he wanna make some Pape, I told his Ass to tap in, 10k, One play, yeah, we got
Them racks in I used to be fucked Up, But That was way back then, Now motherfuckers
Hit my phone, Like remember Way back when, But fuck all that Shit, kiss my ass, these niggas Hoes
These niggas fake, Give a fuck About a bitch, I Locked my heart
Up in a safe, I said fuck it, went Over the Bridge and
Threw it in the lake, So we just Fuckin', ain't no Conversation Dick up in her face
Tan chop, light skin, get to singin' Like it's Drake
Yo bitch try to tap in, I told her Ass to pump her Brakes
Fuck a break, We gon' do they Ass, Screamin Fuck the Jake's, Stay out the way
Stack yo' pros and lil' nigga, You'll be great, Yeah, you know What the fuck goin' on, man
I just had to talk my shit real Quick, Shout out My nigga JJ, Man, you know what
The fuck goin' on, Ayy, cause I Might let some Shit slide, but
J really ain't that nice, Mob slide, Knock his Power out, Turn off a Nigga lights
Dropped his ass, put him in the Wood, he up There with the kites
He a lame, can't hang with the Gang, you gon' Need a invite, ayy
No competition with the gang, We building ' our Team, I need to Find a Pint of purp, I'm
Tired off the green, She started Takin' off her Shirt, I said
Baby, no need, I hit yo' bitch off Her etc, she Screamin
For Jesus, Bitch, I ball every day, Don't need a Arena
Can't leave without the Glock like I'm Gilbert Arenas
Please come get yo' bitch, she Beggin' for Penis, I tell her up And wide like I'm her
Dentist, And watch what you say, You don't Wanna be
Missin', Don't lean in, baby, cause We not Kissin'
I got shit in motion like we in a Pistol, On the Way, give me six Minutes, shootin
Like a missile, She slobbin' off The bone, suckin' Off the
Gristle, We totin' K's and dracs, Tryna make yo' Family
Miss you, If it ain't about some Pape, then Nigga, what's
The issue? This ice on me so Cold, feel like I'm In
The igloo, Call me when you Need, like you Sneeze, I'll
Bless you, Baby, I wanna touch Yo' guts, I don't Wanna
Stress you, And if you keep Callin', you might Get an
Extra two, Be dumb and reach for Somethin', I'ma have
To stretch you
Them racks in I used to be fucked Up, But That was way back then, Now motherfuckers
Hit my phone, Like remember Way back when, But fuck all that Shit, kiss my ass, these niggas Hoes
These niggas fake, Give a fuck About a bitch, I Locked my heart
Up in a safe, I said fuck it, went Over the Bridge and
Threw it in the lake, So we just Fuckin', ain't no Conversation Dick up in her face
Tan chop, light skin, get to singin' Like it's Drake
Yo bitch try to tap in, I told her Ass to pump her Brakes
Fuck a break, We gon' do they Ass, Screamin Fuck the Jake's, Stay out the way
Stack yo' pros and lil' nigga, You'll be great, Yeah, you know What the fuck goin' on, man
I just had to talk my shit real Quick, Shout out My nigga JJ, Man, you know what
The fuck goin' on, Ayy, cause I Might let some Shit slide, but
J really ain't that nice, Mob slide, Knock his Power out, Turn off a Nigga lights
Dropped his ass, put him in the Wood, he up There with the kites
He a lame, can't hang with the Gang, you gon' Need a invite, ayy
No competition with the gang, We building ' our Team, I need to Find a Pint of purp, I'm
Tired off the green, She started Takin' off her Shirt, I said
Baby, no need, I hit yo' bitch off Her etc, she Screamin
For Jesus, Bitch, I ball every day, Don't need a Arena
Can't leave without the Glock like I'm Gilbert Arenas
Please come get yo' bitch, she Beggin' for Penis, I tell her up And wide like I'm her
Dentist, And watch what you say, You don't Wanna be
Missin', Don't lean in, baby, cause We not Kissin'
I got shit in motion like we in a Pistol, On the Way, give me six Minutes, shootin
Like a missile, She slobbin' off The bone, suckin' Off the
Gristle, We totin' K's and dracs, Tryna make yo' Family
Miss you, If it ain't about some Pape, then Nigga, what's
The issue? This ice on me so Cold, feel like I'm In
The igloo, Call me when you Need, like you Sneeze, I'll
Bless you, Baby, I wanna touch Yo' guts, I don't Wanna
Stress you, And if you keep Callin', you might Get an
Extra two, Be dumb and reach for Somethin', I'ma have
To stretch you
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Writer(s): Jahbar Jenkins
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