Young Kid Sam - Flashback

Racks
Pull up in a flashback yeah
Yeah
Flash backs
Tell a nigga ‘fore slap back
Life is a race and I need to get to the bag fast
Don’t talk too much, you can call me an outcast
Going strong all year ain’t no limit we past that
Water bustin’ out the long shot
Leave a nigga with his rag off
Play on the court like a playoff
Hard work work finna pay off
Couple of songs I done laid off
They ain’t make it to the trade offs
Gas so good, you with a straight coughing
Leaving the brothers that done feel off, and
You telling shorty I got like 50 calls
Tell that nigga I got a 50cal.
Putting phone on DND now
With me you slide VIP now
Got Rips On my jeans Selene now
Be straight up no need to leaned now
Pop it in she gone take it out
Take that bitch spin her back around
Being price give me the crown
Halo to heaven we stuck on ground
Can’t no nigga just copy my sound
Pulling shows in and out of town
Slam it right of the back board
We take it all is that door
Come in we break it in we taking off out the back door
Goin’ real fast dashboard
We coming home we all bored
Me and my niggas we on board
We on board
We going in on hard songs, ain't no time to be broken
Saying fuck the love songs, leave it all to the hoping
Still watch my back tho, can’t be all open
Still getting flashbacks, when will it all end
Flash backs
Tell a nigga ‘fore slap back
Life is a race and I need to get to the bag fast
Don’t talk too much, you can call me an outcast
Going strong all year ain’t no limit we past that
None of y’all can do it like me
Talking ‘bout she wanna be my wifey
Throw anything on a white tee
Blowing on pack stress about nothing
Man it’s cap, these boys be bluffing
No new niggas be all trusting
See me go, but they all loving
In the crowed the stage be jumping
Stage be jumping on they ass
Fuck on me don’t need to ask
Take that shit don’t need a mask
Room one day be full of plaques
She so skinny got an ass
Through hard time we had
Stay humble no need to brag
Race it out let’s go and drag
They losing they getting mad
Run These numbers just run the stats
Niggas pussy just like cats
And they snitching just like rats
Going no where they got a flat
Stay out of my habitat
Ain’t no talking no need to chat
I Bending down and break her back
Oh I bend her down and break her back
You know you like that
(Break her back na, na, na, na)
(Yeah, break her back na, na, na)

Written by:
Samuel Oliva

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