Going Back

Lyrics
[Intro] Let me pull this out Thinking 'bout them days riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I [Hook] Let me pull this out Thinking 'bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back Thinking 'bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac' [Verse 1] I was 17, nigga had my first 30 Do these bitches dirty, shoot that bitch like Stephen Curry Had my first daughter, that was back in February Nigga hit the trap and made another James Worthy Mama used to say get your ass back on that porch Uncle was that nigga then he passed me the torch We just warming up now, nigga 'bout the storage Need a couple M's, gon' put my grandma in a Porsche Tell my baby mama take me off of child support Bitch don't call my phone 'cause I don't want to hear your voice Out here doing dirt but I ain't doing it 'cause I had to Every time somebody call my phone it's always bad news [Hook] I can't take no more, let me pull this out Thinking 'bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back Thinking 'bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac' [Verse 2] Thinking 'bout them days, I seen them [?] on the corner They don't hop out, boys will make them folks run up on you We was throwing tackles, niggas playing pop warner Mama up to school, she used to love to pop up on you I ain't know my daddy, man my daddy now he gone I'm from Baltimore, the only nigga putting on Smoking on that Hercules and we don't call it strong Nigga gon' finesse you, all your paper gon' be gone Bitch I'm from the city where them niggas really ride Not too many people here make it to 25 We gon' handle beef, don't believe in letting shit slide Niggas might just pull up on you, murk you in your ride [Hook] Nigga where you from, let me pull this out Thinking 'bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back I ain't going back, nigga I ain't going back Thinking 'bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac'
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Credits
- Writers
- Tate Kobang