Backwards

Still in my old bag When I had a dope pack They seeing me winning They wishing I wasn't That shit dead like a toe tag Like the odds of you getting yo hoe back I'm the new Bobby Wolmack If I front you a pack, you can hold that We gone see what you throwback They cannot get me up off my pivot Been running up digits so vicious Got them birds like I'm feeding the pigeons Coup let me Debo your bitches I used to boguard the trenches I'll pull your hoe card and bend it Renewal pending You bet not breathe and offend me No time to finish your sentence Now thank you, good riddens And all I want is money You can keep the theatrics And I just keep em coming I could do this shit backwards Don't give a f*ck what you talkin' bout Nigga you was never a factor Get the backend before I walk in I could do this shit backwards