Bass Lewis - Back to the Future (feat. Trdee & Mitch Shaffer)

Back to the future so I'm comin' just like raven
Bad ass bitch got a problem with behavin'
Scared of going broke I'm too busy always savin'
You ain't got no rizz if you ask her why you playin'
I don't play the 5 but I'm on the block today
Dawg playin both sides Jrue Holiday
I cut into a bitch in the kindest way
I'm sick dawg, crashed out, he ain't get the fine his way
Don't care about your looks, bitch, what's your credit score
Sorry, you are not my type, I wouldn't even hold the door
I be clutchin' on my Glock before I walk off the store
We ain't work out cause you treat suckin' dick like a chore
Gotta wait till Halloween if you tryna be just like me
I get paid to talk shit, it really started as a hobby
Gotta get your own stylist, it's kinda lame to try to copy
I be drippin' like a faucet shirt, off-white like Bobby
Views from the 6, I just got to Toronto
If you run up in here, we gone fold em like a taco
Plug, bless me with a extra bag, that's my vato
Wake up in your straight to the bag, make it pronto
Feel like a magician, I turn nothin' into something
I be shit-talkin', even doin' when I'm fuckin
I been lookin' for you for a minute while you duckin
Please stop flashin' that shit cause that is nothin
Eyes closed, How much you wanna bet, I make the shot
You know what to expect, it's always fire when I drop
I'm talkin' Mountain Dew , I fuck around and get you popped
She like, D, please bring me with you to the top
Can you please give me a minute, bitch, I'm thinkin
Finna flood my wrist, I'm tryna have this bitch sinkin
Tell a bro to put the Xannies down, he be tweakin
Drippin' like some blood, I be around this bitch leakin
Who ain't the realest or the coldest, are you dumb
Man, I came from the bottom to a loaf from a crumb
I be aware of my surroundings, on point like the one
I got chicken on me, now you want a leg or a drum
You want this, you want that, you must think that I'm a genie
Baby, what you tryna do is just me and you and Henny
We can fly to Mexico and spend some money
I got plenty with a home or the bus, pull up on me in the city

Written by:
Dee Hamlet

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