JayBino - Back In Lyrics

Bak ina 80s pops sold dem rocks
I know how to fight Iont need no glock
But bro keep it on em cuz niggas gon plot
That money look fu boy you 4 pocket props
Buscemis on me put they key ina lock
She know that I'm thurl so she all on my jock
You can't came round my way if i hear dat you hot
Your charges got dropped but your man he still locked
When i was 5 man that kitchen got hot
2 Ina morning he got dope ina pot
You smell what he cookin my fava the rock
When it came to that move i did good on my part
We kicked in that door it was me and Big Ahk
Ion need you to vouch boy i know i got heart
It be you own men that's why chop move smart
Freaky lil bitch she iMessage me darts
But i ain't on games i want the top

She got pretty pussy isa work of art
Hit her From the bak make it fart
Ain't Savin that bitch I'm in love wit her arch
They hate that I'm solid they hate that I'm smart
I'm still in college but tryn make the charts
This just the start right now I'm gon stack
Shoutout to fats cuz he helped me get back
We went through hard times but my bruva ain't crack
Niggas think they go hard cuz they sold a lil pac
It's been a long time since I been ina trap
Kese got da 9 jay da Mac
You want some good gas you could meet me outback
Like im kangaroo jack or catch me outside nigga how bout dat
He was my good man till he turnt to a rat
Pillow talkin nigga go take a nap
Like a d lineman I'm all bout da sack
Sugar Ray Leonard rondo beat the pac
Big bruva sell weed my fava sold crack
Lotta pain lotta hurt dat i spit on dese tracks
I wish dat I could rewind all back
Back wen me and brodie had it like dat
I ain't a shooter im a man and das dat
How you omertà but hang wit dem rats
You lie to them bitches dey think dat you trap
My hand always hot like A game of da craps
My bruva really ina field like dak
Once cuzzo get off we ain't lookin back
He sat in dat cell hittin licks wit a rat
Was in middle school at whoever goin smack
Me and lil chris after school wit da pac
God took his life and he aint comin back
Good og got me high like a jack
Bullets they bald ain't talkin bout smack
Niggas be weird they copying fashion
Personally i just think that shit for faggots
You hit you a lick den you go braggin
He answering shit that i ain't een ask em
Was up last night i was dreaming bout ashtons
My niggas be thuggin they trap wit a passion
Polo Ralph Lauren and fendi my fashion
Them bitches be anything i cannot gas em
You be on anything like my jaunts classy
Nigga