Way Before

Way before I had a bag None of these hoes wasn't rocking with me Now I done Gucci'd my tag Now all these hoes wanna swallow a G Way before I had a bag None of these hoes wasn't rocking with me Now I done Gucci'd my tag Now all these hoes wanna swallow a G Well lets speak on some shit that the streets say & it's 20 on me and I'm still by that store So you tell me why the f*ck I ain't dead yet Cause these niggas know If they spin em a bend I'm a leave his fucking brains where his legs at & these bitches know Try to set me up I'm hit her mom and her grand dad I be getting dough I ain't even in all that shit that they type on the internet Gotta make it home Gotta son I don't want to grow and be in to that Air Force Ones or the Timbo's You wouldn't even know I had a strap I ain't on that but we could be on that Deuce 5 hit him come out his forehead Hollows come through and scorch him Way before I had a bag None of these hoes wasn't rocking with me Now I done Gucci'd my tag Now all these hoes wanna swallow a G Way before I had a bag None of these hoes wasn't rocking with me Now I done Gucci'd my tag Now all these hoes wanna swallow a G