BACK TO THE BASICS ft. Trent Bill Lyrics

Now it's back to the basics

Niggas be talking

But really don't say shit

Bullets give him a facelift

Swerve in the foreign

Now watch how I lane switch

All my niggas they saucing

Please don't run up or

Get put in a coffin

5 bands on the walk in

If the money the convo

I like how you talking

If not get to walking

My niggas they jugging

You know they extorting

No olympics

We torching

Pull up where you at

We not giving no warnings

She love sucking dick

Her mouth full of spits

She giving me head in the morning

Stay talking shit

We doing a hit

Now he in a box

Like some Jordans

She give me head like a tutor

I fell in love with a cougar

Don't do the talking

Don't like walking

Hop in a lyft or

A Uber

My niggas shooter

Stay on point

I gotta maneuver

Too many racks

Yeah I'm flipping it

Fuck on a bitch then I'm clipping it

He get the pack

Then we stripping it

Get me a order

They shipping it

If her shit fat then I'm gripping it

Shawty she trash

So I'm skipping it

Feel like a slave

How I'm whipping it

Pass me the Henny I'm sipping it

These bitches be fucking us

Opps they be ducking us

If she a thot

She gon suck it up

If niggas is chucking

Them shots get to bussing

If he not gang

He don't fuck with us

If he not gang

He don't fuck with us

Heard I was out on vacation

Well bitch I'm back

And I'm back to the basics

I know that niggas gone hate this

But on my body I'm counting up faces

Niggas gone gossip and say shit

Fuck all that talk

I'm too real for that fake shit

I'm blacking out

Like I'm a racist

Get to the bag

I ain't tryna be famous

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Trapping all night

Til the mother fucking sun is up

I'm jumping out v's

I can't move on my feet

That's too hot

When my muh fucking gun is tucked

I be on niggas block

They be lacking a lot

Too much pills

Got em moving like dopeys

Like hold on lil bro

Who that by the store

That's the same lil nigga that wrote me

I ain't write em back

So he thought it was sweet

He ain't even know it was beef

His gang blaming the opps

And they blaming his treesh

They ain't even know it was me

That boy laid on the street

Momma fell to her knees

In the neighborhood

Calling for peace

Shit I rather it him

Cause it cannot be me

Sending threats

I send shots out the v

Hold up

Wait

Niggas broke

And I cannot relate

I run straight to the bank on the chase

I TD

In the spot by the cake

Back to the basics

Back on my bullshit

Police they back on my ass

Back to the caking

Back to full clips

Nigga I'm back in my bag