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Past The Basics Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, pour me up, some more gang
Searching im on top , I'm past the basics
Bitch, I'm way too real and I can't fake it, yeah
Bitch, I'ma keep grindin' till I make it, yeah
No, bitch, I'm not askin', I'm gon' take it, yeah
Started off as none and then we came up
Started off as friends and then became some
Bitches in my phone like you the one, huh
Lately, I've been stressin' ain't shit, fun, fun
For my safety, I been rollin', keep that gun, gun
Yeah, bitch, we keep them bands, we got drums, huh
riding, and I been swervin' through slums, huh
Bad lil' bitch and she so perfect, she got dumb buns
She so bad and she tryna slide, she tryna fuck, sum
Yeah, we just keep uping the score we goin', dumb, dumb
And ain't shit fun if I keep gunnin', I'm gon' dump, dump
I hate bitches when they actin' like they somethin', somethin
So I hate your friends, I'm outside swerving', I been tryna get these M's
And we just started what we got, I see an end
And they keep talkin' bout my circle they not in, yeah
they gon hear me skirt off, I'll take off in that Benz, yeah
You know you mine, but you outside like, fuck yo' mans
And you keep going out of state like, fuck our plans
And now you mad, I'm chasin' cash, so fuck yo' Bands
And I ain't askin' for no handouts, catch yo' hands, yeah
And now you thinkin' I'm gon' pop out with a fan, yeah
Playin' ball if its a , game, then we gon' scram
Designer livin', still gon' pop out, rockin' Vans, yeah
They like post up', fuck that summer up
I'm Glocky toting , fuck that bitch if he not one of us
Let's hit that road and get this cash, bitch, I'm tryna run it up
I'm runnin', keep the ball in play, bitch, I ain't gon' fumble none
She try to talk about my life, tryna sum it up
Now she try to bring up all the past, the fuck is up
This lil bitch crazy, still tryna do it, till the sun, come up
Lil' bitch in here still tryna do it, now she burnin' up
She keep on textin' me my numbers, bitch, I'm blowin' up
She keep on tryna get me mad, she gon' fuck it up
She got the whole world in her hands, she gon' throw it up
She with the gang, it's all my side, she gon' throw it up
Gang, gang