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Back 2 Da Basics
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back 2 Da Basics was released on March 1, 2023 by Hoodzone Digital Sounds as a part of the album Back 2 Da Basics - Single
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Release DateMarch 1, 2023
LabelHoodzone Digital Sounds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Tyrone Webb
Anton Tyrone Webb
Songwriter

Lyrics

Goin' back to the trap basics Gun and weed, booth in the basement
**** fakin', these hoes laced Perky geeks all in they face
Blood on my hands and not on my plate Look at the actions, it's not what they say
Make all the best moves don't be so complace trap and close in, put it straight to they face
Lord knows that I'm cutthroat like a horror flick Not a pacifist, bumpstock on a 308
I can flip a cat if you think you quick Hearin' bout nothin' but switches and drakes
Look at these boys, it's bitches, in they face They mamies ain't raise em, the hood, ain't gon' save em' These bitches don't love you, they lie to your face
Hunnid the proof, let it burn in your throat
Steady on point, movin' like joints Terminate a bad bitch with ease
Trickin' money is an old disease Big dog, vaccinated for fleas
I trust some and I love not Get whoever, get a shit rocked
I slap a bitch and shoot up the block Yeah, I been turned to the max
Music notes, these is all of my facts Deep in your bitch when she lay on her back
Hook up the game when she want me relaxed Real hair when I'm yankin' it back
All in emotion when she makin' it clap You ain't gon' save her, so stay out my way
Get turned to a pack, and you won't get her back
Big facts, it's slow for you **** Layin' down, put the scope on you ****
Special deliver the low on you **** Loud hoes is a black man killer
Fuck if I care if you all in your feelings accepted in my role as a muhfuckin' villain
Making these bags is my only religion cannot be realer the haters been filtered
The bars that I write is the shit that I say Strong-minded and focused, and then come to play
Got a 12 gauge like a AR I can hit you once, make your bout face
What a sad case, I am not shootin' for knees I am not beggin', you please make you realize
Like a stuck pig with a big gun, I'm a big kid
**** move aside like the caution tape gon sign a deal, get your pockets raped
Took it off the street in a heartbeat hit your baby mama will it's gettin' taped
Make her eat the nut like a hot plate The kid she swallowed gon' save her life
Got a fat blunt, baby, wheres the light Perfect at the store, we gon' cook tonight
This is Mr. Perfect drop bitch
Written by: Anton Tyrone Webb
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