Damn, yeah it's back to the basics, Tell bro go roll that wood
I got the lighter yeah, we finna face it
All black diamonds on me like I'm racist
SRT bitch, I'm tryna race it
Damn, let me switch up the flow for a minute I lose control when im in it
She call my phone, know she miss it
I left her stuck reminiscing
When I speak bitch its true you just gotta listen
I don't care bout that bitch, so I ain't trippin
That money gon' stack all the way to the ceiling
And that Glock 23 by my side, if that boy try it then we kill em
And I wish she could understand, but damn, she just don't get it
Man, I wish she could understand, but damn, she just don't get it
And I gotta change my ways, I ain't been sober in how many days
These Bullets gon' hit him, gon' eat up his face
All by my dolie but shit, it's okay
Mask with the gloves, we can't catch a case
He said that he bout it, but that's what he claims
Niggas get change, and they start to change
I get the pape, and I remain the same
Damn, yeah it's back to the basics, Tell bro go roll that wood
I got the lighter yeah, we finna face it
All black diamonds on me like I'm racist
SRT bitch, I'm tryna race it
Damn, let me switch up the flow for a minute I lose control when im in it
She call my phone, know she miss it
I left her stuck reminiscing
When I speak bitch its true you just gotta listen
I don't care bout that bitch, so I ain't trippin
That money gon' stack all the way to the ceiling