Long Time Ago

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayy, we gon' let these niggas have it I woke up to a pint of red in the cabinet If you got some screws loose, I'ma get the ratchet (Michigan Meech) I ain't gotta ask for no head, that shit automatic Sorry I ain't got— this bitch automatic I remember when the red pints came inside a casket She suck dick and gotta ask her, this bitch nasty She hit the head all in the whip, she ain't see the mattress (Nope) Swear she a real bitch but her body plastic (Fake) Chi Chi caught a gun case 'cause he like the ratchet Get a nigga location, slap it in the navi RGS the mafia, bitch, we the family A hundred drum to a quarter, should've seen the magic Mask on in the kitchen with the Cocker Spaniel I ran through it so fast, I said, "Damn, Daniel" (Damn) I went to Dallas, caught the bag, niggas called me Randall [Chorus] Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri) You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Yeah) Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know I was in the bar talkin' wet, she done chose (Come here) I just put a sixty on my neck, now I'm froze (Ice) I'm glad I stopped fuckin' with these iffy-ass hoes She look me in my eye when she slide down the pole I look him in his eye right before I send him home Buffs on my eyes, they keep slidin' down my nose This line that I'm on way farther than the O Fourteen-hour drive, where the fuck we finna go? Would be near a twelve, but I gotta take it slow I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago Now I got the— bag, 'bout to overload (Let's get it) I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago I blew through a hundred, this was not too long ago [Verse 2] I can't sit and talk, it's somewhere I gotta go I don't wanna see the car, bitch, I wanna see the stove Fuck a drive-by, nigga, we gon' get up close Hit him with the flip-clip and make him hit a note Work made at the border, bitch lookin' gorgeous Everything else natural, but her ass from Florida Bhopstick made in Russia, I don't do no fussin' It's just me and two hoes, I made 'em kiss each other (Mwah) Niggas in the same clique like to diss each other I love Kentucky from Detroit, that's my distant lover Fuck wrappin' 'em in sheets, put 'em in a cover Put his bitch ass to bed, get that boy a pillow [Chorus] Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri) You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Ha) Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know I was talkin' wet, in the bar, she done chose (Yeah) I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago Now I got the— the bag 'bout to overload I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago I just blew a hundred, that was not too long ago