Back Then Lyrics

I remember the late calls was tragic

Bodies laid out wit the plastic

Crazy shit wouldn't imagine

And that's when I turned to a savage

Now jugging finessing a habit

Work disappears call it magic

Just hit up my phone and I bag it

The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing

Coming up from the bottom a young nigga struggle I swear I didn't have it

Remember back on the block was with Rari late night in the room we was bagging

Just flip it back hit the trap and I get that shit back

Take the profit and I stash it

But where was you when I had nothing now I got guap but back then I didn't have shit

But Where Was You When I Didn't Have Shit

But Where Was You When I Needed The Grip

But Where Was You When I Was Takin Trips

State To State On The Road Hitting Licks

And Where Was You When They Got Me For Bricks

Where Was You When They Came The Pounds

Masked Up Five Niggas Ran Down

Nigga Had The Draco Wit hundred Rounds

I Remember The Late Calls Was Tragic

Niggas Caught Me Up In Traffic

Niggas Caught Benji Was Lacking

They Took All My Green Took My Cabbage

That Shit Made Me Turn To A Savage

I Got Off My Ass Hit The Trap Man

Throw In All My Stash And Bagged It

I Cop The Glock It's Automatic

I Cock Back The Semi And Blast It

Cause I Heard Some Niggas Want Static

I Make Em Disappear Like Magic

Shells On The Scene Lookin Tragic

Lil Benji Causing So Much Havoc

The Price Going Up Bitch Im Taxing

Lil Benji Always Bring Them Racks Man

Lil Benji Always Bring Them Racks Man

A Nigga Gon' Run Up Them Racks Man

Left Neimans I'm walking in Saks man

I'm Chasing the band's like I'm Pac man

Sending work thru the phones bitch I'm faxing

You disrespect I get to clapping

No talking don't do the jaw flapping

I remember the late calls was tragic

I remember back then I ain't have it

I remember the late calls was tragic

Bodies laid outwit the plastic

Crazy shit wouldn't imagine

And that's when I turned to a savage

Now jugging finessing a habit

Work disappears call it magic

Just hit up my phone and I bag it

The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing

I remember the late calls was tragic

Bodies laid out with the plastic

Crazy shit wouldn't imagine

And that's when I turned to a savage

Now jugging finessing a habit

Work disappears call it magic

Just hit up my phone and I bag it

The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing

Coming up from the bottom a young nigga struggle I swear I didn't have it

Remember back on the block was with Rari late night in the room we was bagging

Just flip it back hit the trap and I get that shit back

Take the profit and I stash it

But where was you when I had nothing now I got guap but back then I didn't have shit