Jden Ray - back//fake ones

Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back, back
Back, yeah
Yeah I got it
Yeah, yeah
Aye, back when I was young man I ain't give a fuck
Now I'm 21 dreaming bout Bentley trucks and AMGs
Used to take your chick way out to AMC
Now that shit don't touch my neck unless that bitch like 8 degrees
Hell nah boy y'all can't play with me
Man old girl look like Sade but my new girl make her look ugly
Waist on that supermodel
That ass fat like she play rugby
Got one girl you can't take from me
Boardwalkin' that's fake money
I don't play games, I don't play hoes
So I guarantee you I don't play money
Pops wanna know what's next
Man hold on, Dad this label callin'
Ex girl is my ex girl but I bet she wish she my baby mama
I ain't a bum like that baby father
If I was in the 90's I'd play Madonna
I got the issue though
Bet she miss me though
Just in case you wanna taste the drama like-
Look, dammit I been on my shit again
Feel like them boys when they hoopin' in Michigan
I need like 10 thousand lakes on my wrist again
They just like Jden go give us a hit again
So I just hit it, and hit it, and hit it, and hit it, and hit it
Till nobody hit again
Swear to God my team been moving so militant
She just like Jden you killin' it
My dawgs been on some guerilla shit
My dawgs can really go crazy
Your girlfriend keep calling me baby
It ain't nothin' personal just blame all the women that raised me
Yeah she keep calling my phone but I ain't picking up
He got a stick but man that stick it isn't big enough
Walk up in the spot the cameras flashing man they flicking up
Shawty wanna fuck but I told shawty she ain't thick enough
Woah
I ain't really stressing bout a fake one
All these hunnids real, homie you got fake ones
Women wanna fuck me, I heard that you had to pay one
Talkin crazy like you got a hit, lil boy go make one
I bring all my runners home, like a bat hit it
Every flow a joke like a bat hit it
Tryna get me out my zone but I'm back in it
Tryna walk away, give it a week I bet she back flippin'
She don't love you she just say that cause I'm not around
You taking notes, I hit it twice go head and jot it down
See you was popping back in school, okay who popping now
Hit your girl on Instagram, an hour later dropped it down
Shawty tell me that she love my melodies
Not the brightest back in school man she had hella D's
Fast forward couple years, man she was hella easy
I get why you tripping man lil shawty shit was heavenly
I ain't really stressing bout a fake one
All these hunnids real, homie you got fake ones
Women wanna fuck me, I heard that you had to pay one
Talkin crazy like you got a hit, lil boy go make one
Yeah, okay go make one
Throw it down the middle, guarantee that I'm a rake one
Toss me a beat or a bitch I'm a take one
Flow so flagrant told the ref to let it play on
Yeah, let it play on
Go ahead and get ya...

Written by:
Jaden Bittner

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