Back Then

One thing about it, she gone go cause i'm having This whip came with low mileage, put that shit on f*ck a stylist Chains on my neck, Kunta Kinte Old people, niggas Bengay Range extender hall of fame, I shoot shit like it's 2K But let me get on topic, my pockets stuffed like a stocking Blue tip bullets in this clip, one shot gone f*ck up ya body They mad cause i'm hot like Taki's, tote plenty fire like Hibachi If it's smoke, then just pop it I can't lie I know i'm toxic Stay in yo lane, before you wreck now I do numbers just like TextNow Don't reach down below my neck now Like a doctor, i get checks now I just put my phone on Airplane mode, so now it's hard to speak to me How you steady scream I'm fake, in public won't even speak to me Might take a trip to Miami, TSA with that heat on me They sleep Put like ten on his head, that's a DeRozan on yo top My wordplay harder than niggas, tell em let's go bar for bar Groupie hoes all in my DM, cause they know that i'm a star Hood Speaker save the block, don't get crossed between the opps Used to didn't share none of my music, now they begging me to drop If i text you back, you lucky I'm in my bag, like a luggage Everywhere with I C E Y on my neck, it ain't no tucking Now i'm hot they all on me, ain't know me when i was dusty I wasn't dusty, I'm just saying when i was a nobody in public I pray that my time come, still patient learned not to rush it She gone off of the Pink Whitney, now she talking bout she love me Hold up stop She must be crazy From the high end where you die in, I'm a Binghampton Baby I got em mad cause i'm dope, just like the coke in the eighties Might walk em down toting shots, I'm gone pull up and den fade it She keep asking for my number, if you listening take it Four seven zero four nine one zero three nine two, we burn the coupe Tell PT go get some water, put the fire out in booth It's a shoutout to Mike Jones, still tip in designer shoes I got the juice Haha, Hood Speaker Nine one four five It ain't just in me, it's on me too