Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clyde Guevara
Clyde Guevara
Vocals
Harry Mejias
Harry Mejias
Programming
Mike Barney
Mike Barney
Programming
Michael Barney
Michael Barney
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clyde Ellison
Clyde Ellison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Mejias
Harry Mejias
Producer
Mike Barney
Mike Barney
Additional Producer
Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Michael Barney
Michael Barney
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Nowadays all these women look the same
Like, like, yeah, I like your body
I just seen it on another bitch face though
But ain't no going back, ain't no going back
Back to where you came from
Remind me of some **** I knew out here that was tryna get saved
But ain't no going back, ain't no going back, oh
[Verse 2]
Let me pop my shit
Every chance I get
Buddy sauce too thick
Bitch, it's pour not drip
Had the trap on six
Move the Sacks like 5th
I ain't had no job
Had to work my
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
[Verse 3]
**** ain't do half the work and wanna split shit equal
This industry ain't got the same rules that the streets do
I abide by the same code that the G'z do
I might keep my weed charges when they make it legal
I'm not tryna flex, it just reminds me where I came from
Packie told me **** front then he gon' have to stain some
**** talk a whole lotta money, but don't make none
But I could see right through you **** like a pair of Cartier frames
So ain't no going back, ain't no going back, oh
[Verse 4]
Let me pop my shit
Every chance I get
Buddy sauce too thick
Bitch, it's pour not drip
Had the trap on 6
Move the Sacks like 5th
I ain't had no job
Had to work my
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
[Verse 5]
I don't Polly in the hood no more, I might just breeze through
Everytime I do it's still love with my people
Mel Gibson, Danny Glover
Every weapon lethal
The streets need you
But you can't let them bitches keep you
7187, ****, tell me where you came from
Found a new plug but I still use the same one
She just asked me Clizzy when you tryna get ya braids done
It could never be lost love if it ain't none
Shooting for the stars and the opps with the same gun
**** feel a way I still never hear 'em saying nothing
[Verse 6]
Let me pop my shit
Every chance I get
Buddy sauce too thick
Bitch, it's pour not drip
Had the trap on six
Move the Sacks like 5th
I ain't had no job
Had to work my
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Wrist
Written by: Clyde Ellison
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