Look Back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when you speak to me, huh, huh, huh Yeah
You better say please, huh, huh, huh, huh And don't be a tease, nah, nah, nah, nah
Just get on your knees, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm runnin' up the money, nah, I will not ever look back Stack it up so hard, then I put it in the book bag, ooh
You was shook that I just took that sack And doubled that and stacked it, yeah
You can't match it I'm gon' put you in a casket, little bitch you is so average, huh I'm just gon' stack cabbage
Yeah, with the faction i aint capping
And the fact is everlasting practice Gon' match that master shit, cause you gon' get in your element
Sell all the fuckin' P's for the hell of it And your granny, she still celibate And she bit this dick, just the tip
Give you a tip,
watch where you livin' Don't be stressin' bout no bitch, just stress bout gettin' rich
Let me fix my pitch, maybe pick it up Like this stick that tucked im sippin' mud, your bitch she sluttin' I don't give a fuck, I'm fuckin', get the bucks when I'm at functions I can't even fuckin' function
V-cut in my system bitch, I'm a demon in this shit, and yo bitch, she see me And then, and then, I'ma get to that kitchen to the pimpin' in
Mortal Kombat finish him, he a wombat shittin' bricks Why don't you just listen, bitch, nah, you ain't doin' shit and it
Hurtin ', huh Yeah, start twerkin', huh, and you might get that Birkin, huh
But just know, it ain't workin' and I'm workin
You better say please, huh, huh, huh, huh And don't be a tease, nah, nah, nah, nah
Just get on your knees, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm runnin' up the money, nah, I will not ever look back Stack it up so hard, then I put it in the book bag, ooh
You was shook that I just took that sack And doubled that and stacked it, yeah
You can't match it I'm gon' put you in a casket, little bitch you is so average, huh I'm just gon' stack cabbage
Yeah, with the faction i aint capping
And the fact is everlasting practice Gon' match that master shit, cause you gon' get in your element
Sell all the fuckin' P's for the hell of it And your granny, she still celibate And she bit this dick, just the tip
Give you a tip,
watch where you livin' Don't be stressin' bout no bitch, just stress bout gettin' rich
Let me fix my pitch, maybe pick it up Like this stick that tucked im sippin' mud, your bitch she sluttin' I don't give a fuck, I'm fuckin', get the bucks when I'm at functions I can't even fuckin' function
V-cut in my system bitch, I'm a demon in this shit, and yo bitch, she see me And then, and then, I'ma get to that kitchen to the pimpin' in
Mortal Kombat finish him, he a wombat shittin' bricks Why don't you just listen, bitch, nah, you ain't doin' shit and it
Hurtin ', huh Yeah, start twerkin', huh, and you might get that Birkin, huh
But just know, it ain't workin' and I'm workin
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Writer(s): Wyatt Hicks
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