Back Then lyrics

[Into]
Uh, damn hundred round goon
What's up HB? Life be going so fast man
Rich Shoota Cowboys n*gga

[Verse 1]
Just yesterday i was a youngin'
Now I'm in a coupe with the mac, got the whole block pumpin'
Who would've ever thought I'd serve my father onions
Young trap n*gga, streets know I'm not bluffin'
First n*gga I shot, I did it in public, these b*tches love it
And I got the M4 in that trunk, it hold a hundred
Just tell me who want it, can't dance right now I got the fifty
Can't trust these n*ggas, they play you fifty
And you know I got the molly right now
You want a ounce, give me two-fifty
Catch me on Largo Road gettin' trippy
They say I'm fly, a shooter, a hippie
I put a hundred rounds in a drizzy, I shot a n*gga down left him p*ssy
These n*ggas hot so I stay with that toaster, my b*tch left me my relationship a rollercoaster
Real shooter never heard of no holster, keep one in the head like I'm 'posed to
In and out of jail, it made me a soldier
Rest in peace OG Bob, look what he molded
Fifty in the Glock, I ain't scared to hold it
Thought I wasn't 'bout to click and I start rock 'n' rollin'
[Chorus]
Let me tell you back then when I used to have friends
Robbin' together tryna get it in, their loyalty went in the wind
(f*ck 'em) Let me tell you back then when my mama really used to trust me
If she give me money now, n*gga I'm lucky
These days, feel like nobody want me (They don't)
Let me tell you back then, everybody showin' love sh*t crazy
Just the other day, had hit my right hand with a slug (f*ck 'em)
I worried 'bout back then, I'm just tryna get the pack in
b*tch move your car, let U-Haul back in
Largo Road, do a lot of trappin'

[Verse 2]
Got off my ass and I ran it up
I'm really workin' man these n*ggas, they pooh-butts
These f*ck n*ggas must've grew nuts
Shoot and don't hit, boy you a bluff
I'm with the gang it's just us, think I'm Lil Reese
Caught a body and I went in the crease
f*ck on your b*tch, she a dime piece
Cookin' coke, but I started with weed
I really spent a hour in a tree, I really pistol whipped him, broke all his teeth
I really wrecked five opps on a unit by myself and I ain't even bleed
Hundred round goon gon' give you what you need
I just bought the coupe and b*tch I did the speed
When OG speak, b*tch I'm takin' heed, man these n*ggas bluffin'
These rappers be faker than weave
You hang with a n*gga all day and don't get no money
n*gga get off your knees b*tch
You got a bunch of guns and still ain't bust sh*t, f*ck n*gga please b*tch
Q Da Fool b*tch I just poured a PT, Hi-Tech and it's red shout out Lil D
I just might pull up on you like a creep, fifty in that Mac just me and Ty Sleek
No I can't save these b*tches 'cause they weak I had your b*tch suckin' all week
I had a lot of respect for that boy Leek, 'til he took that stand and pointed at me
[Chorus]
Let me tell you back then when I used to have friends
Robbin' together tryna get it in, their loyalty went in the wind
(f*ck 'em) Let me tell you back then when my mama really used to trust me
If she give me money now, n*gga I'm lucky
These days, feel like nobody want me (They don't)
Let me tell you back then, everybody showin' love sh*t crazy
Just the other day, had hit my right hand with a slug (f*ck 'em)
I worried 'bout back then, I'm just tryna get the pack in
b*tch move your car, let U-Haul back in
Largo Road, do a lot of trappin'