BACK TO the BASICS (feat. Trent Bill)

Now it's back to the basics Niggas be talking But really don't say shit Bullets give him a facelift Swerve in the foreign Now watch how I lane switch All my niggas they saucing Please don't run up or Get put in a coffin 5 bands on the walk in If the money the convo I like how you talking If not get to walking My niggas they jugging You know they extorting No olympics We torching Pull up where you at We not giving no warnings She love sucking dick Her mouth full of spits She giving me head in the morning Stay talking shit We doing a hit Now he in a box Like some Jordans She give me head like a tutor I fell in love with a cougar Don't do the talking Don't like walking Hop in a lyft or A Uber My niggas shooter Stay on point I gotta maneuver Too many racks Yeah I'm flipping it Fuck on a bitch then I'm clipping it He get the pack Then we stripping it Get me a order They shipping it If her shit fat then I'm gripping it Shawty she trash So I'm skipping it Feel like a slave How I'm whipping it Pass me the Henny I'm sipping it These bitches be fucking us Opps they be ducking us If she a thot She gon suck it up If niggas is chucking Them shots get to bussing If he not gang He don't fuck with us If he not gang He don't fuck with us Heard I was out on vacation Well bitch I'm back And I'm back to the basics I know that niggas gone hate this But on my body I'm counting up faces Niggas gone gossip and say shit Fuck all that talk I'm too real for that fake shit I'm blacking out Like I'm a racist Get to the bag I ain't tryna be famous Run it up Run it up Run it up Trapping all night Til the mother fucking sun is up I'm jumping out v's I can't move on my feet That's too hot When my muh fucking gun is tucked I be on niggas block They be lacking a lot Too much pills Got em moving like dopeys Like hold on lil bro Who that by the store That's the same lil nigga that wrote me I ain't write em back So he thought it was sweet He ain't even know it was beef His gang blaming the opps And they blaming his treesh They ain't even know it was me That boy laid on the street Momma fell to her knees In the neighborhood Calling for peace Shit I rather it him Cause it cannot be me Sending threats I send shots out the v Hold up Wait Niggas broke And I cannot relate I run straight to the bank on the chase I TD In the spot by the cake Back to the basics Back on my bullshit Police they back on my ass Back to the caking Back to full clips Nigga I'm back in my bag