Yvngshad - Back Then (feat. K Grabba)

Ooh come here
Aye Planet fitness, bust them pounds
Three hoes on our trail and one of em ugly
Take two, fuck em' now
Remember I was the kid, they wasn't stuntin'
Them hoes fuckin' now
Mr. B on point, I hop out car on business
I'm lookin' round
Full size, that bitch kalishnikov
The stock off, aubrey graham
Hit the blunt, I swear that bitch gon' cough like
It's only gas
She was tired of her manager
So, bitch, try and get rich off her only fans
This lil' hoe head all fucked up
Washed her brain, keep talkin' to her best friend
Get a bitch, I don't take her home
Probably take her to the West End
Break her back, caveher chest in
Got her cant breathe where her damn wind
In this water like a damn fin
Backstroke in my black hoe
Givin' good head to my bitch red
That's a three-way
Know they bob they head when that three-play
She like how I roll, but like how I roll now with like three Ks
Motorola ringin and trap jumpin'
Gotta go and catch me like three plays
Me and Griffin runnin laps round these goofy niggas like relays
Posted up with a couple Glocks wit a lot of shots
Know that we straight

I tried to hit him, was mad as a bitch
I'ma get life get caught with the switch
Ain't no back and forth but got racket and shit
I be out here duckin' crackers and shit
But if niggas act up, then we be clappin' and shit, mm
She sent a message, a audio
It was too long, so that bitch had to sit
I left my phone at the house
I ain't stupid
I'm tappin' my toe, im like where is he at
Fuckin' this bitch her arch so good
That shit full moon, I can see in her ass
I don't pop out, but if ever I do
I be floating to the side, yeah be in the back
I get the loads in, no guarantee
I get the za, no seeds in the sack

Fist in the pot, watch em whip up the crack
My dog in the fold and I pick up the slack
Brand new Draco with the wood in the front
But in the back, that bitch all black
All on the net doin' all that woofin and cappin
Boy these niggas know where we at
Don't ask me who do it better
We done did it, nigga
Money on his top
We done bid on niggas
Ain't no slip and slide be done slid on niggas
Fucked around and got rid of niggas
This the same nigga from the get-go
We was down bad
Piss poor
But that shit resulted in that kickdoor
When we up fye, you better get low
Ain't finna tell them shit, bet a bitch know
Aye shad bruh
I bet a bitch know

Written by:
Roshad Reid

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