BackThen ft. Yung Polo Lyrics

Rule number one in these streets, ride with that stick on you

Three letter gang, they hang with me, they with the shit, homie

VS diamonds round my neck, look like the jeweler pissed on him

These niggas off and on in the dark, they gon' switch on me

I cash out with the plug, cause I'd rather catch a back end

I remember all the times I was dead broke, but that was back then

Heard a rap nigga cd and I threw it in the trash can

Some niggas around me, they be robbin' just like Batman

These niggas don't be trappin', they be actin

Yeah, I really came up off a sack, man

What I make in a day and niggas' pictures, they be flashin

I can tell these niggas hate me cause I'm havin

Roadrunning to that sack, man

I really live this life, I don't do no cappin

Like I joined the game, I keep some racks, man

These skinny jeans on, my pockets overlappin

I'ma take off if I ever see the feds, hit the spot

Niggas thought that I got beat up cause I walk around with knots

Them niggas tryna take me out my spot, though

My nigga keep a Drake on him like Josh, though

Rule number one in these streets, ride with that stick on you

Three letter gang, they ain't with me, they with the shit, homie

VX diamonds round my neck, look like the jeweler pissed on him

These niggas off and on in the dark, they gon' switch on me

I cash out with the plug, cause I'd rather catch a back end

I don't remember all the times I was that broke, but that was back then

We used to hit the road to get them lows, but that was back then

They know that I got money, now they wonder why I ain't flashin

I used to be so broke, I remember a time when I ain't have shit

Four letter, three letter, you look around, you know who popping shit

We gon' get to popping shit, niggas gon' get the droppin' bitch

Sold so many bows So goin' broke it ain no option

I can' show you how to move a load, promise to never quit

If you say 4L, thats on your soul that you won't ever switch

I know some niggas switched, but I won't lack im ridin' with my stick

4L

Roadrunning to that sack, man

I really live this life, I don't do no cappin

Like I joined the game, I keep some racks, man

These skinny jeans on, my pockets overlappin

I'ma take off if I ever see the feds, hit the spot

Niggas thought that I got beat up cause I walk around with knots

Them niggas tryna take me out my spot, though

My nigga keep a Drake on him like Josh, though