BACK IN THE DAYS ft. Murdoc Lyrics

Gang in this bitch and we up now, we never

Gon' slow down again I had to take a break, let y'all niggas catch

Up just to show up late Can't fuck with me on my worst day, took the

Baddest bitch on the worst date We at Applebee's, shared the same plate

I was strugglin', never had the cake, so Back in the days I was runnin' the trap

Had whatever you needed and more Back in the days I was hittin' that store

That glock in my pants to be takin' what's yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips & Just bringing these hits to the board

But back in the days I would hit a lick, just to do it when niggas got bored

Back in the days I was runnin' the trap Had whatever you needed and more

Back in the days I was hittin' that store That glock in my pants to be takin' what's

Yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips & Just bringing these hits to the board

But back in the days I would hit a lick, just to do it when niggas got bored

I pull up and pop your shit I pull up and drop your shit

I score like Bogdanović, at the store with them counterfeits

Since a youngin' I been bout that bread, was stackin' it up like a Sara Lee

I don't understand why these niggas be cappin' and actin' like they is ahead of me

I'm tired of sleepin', they woke up a demon and now I'm becomin' an enemy

Niggas settin' me up, had to drop on a nigga, had me feelin' like Kennedy

I was deep in my bag, if you try to test me then nigga I'm catchin' a felony

I was deep in my bag, this nigga's a rat, he the type to go run off and tell on me

I was deep in my bag, this deeper than cash, that I had to get from the treasury

Fuck around if you want, you'll land in the grave

Right with the evidence, I'ma leave, I'm really a hooligan, I'm a Scorpio

Yo bitch wanna fuck on a G, don't make me come poke your nigga, I will roll your nigga

That blade gon' puncture your spleen, these niggas be talkin' shit, that's why I was sparkin' shit

Had a Glock in my pants, two O's, hella grams on the D-Low

I'm seein' they fake through the peep holes, out the trap I was movin' them kilos

You don't wanna see me off peace mode, I'm leavin' them dead on encounter

I'm leavin' them dead on the counter

In a club with a Smith and Wesson, I didn't even have to pay the bouncer

Bitches said that I need a counselor, probably cause I don't give a fuck about her

I hate wastin' time, I'm losin' my mind, I'm high as a fuckin' tower

Got tired of movin' powder, was wastin' a lot of hours

Back in the days I was runnin' the trap, had whatever you needed and more

Back in the days I was hittin' that store, that Glock in my pants, to be takin' what's yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips and just bringin' these hits to the board

But back in the days I would hit a lick, just to do it when niggas got bored

Back in the days I was runnin' the trap, had whatever you needed and more

Back in the days I was hittin' that store, that Glock in my pants, to be takin' what's yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips and just bringin' these hits to the board

But back in the days I would hit a lick, just to do it when niggas got bored

Look what you did in your life, if you did it, you doin' it right

Couple niggas got flew on the kite, call a fein, to put you on a pipe

Niggas shootin', don't usually fight, shit get active, I know what it's like

Smokin' dope, man, these niggas be talkin', cause I think that they speak to them folks

Money getter, I get to a loaf, light it up if you tryin' to get smoked

Niggas really don't talk when we meet, got a problem, they keep it discreet

Any beef, we gon' go to the street, niggas catboy, they Twitter and tweet

Niggas fraud right now as we speak, Call of Duty, man, watch for the sweep

Uh, yeah, niggas talkin' like they really with the gang

We don't know these lil' niggas' names

Grindin' boy, we'll never change

Nah, dawg, we'll never change

Back in the days I was runnin' the trap, had whatever you needed and more

Back in the days I was hittin' that store, that Glock in my pants, to be takin' what's yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips, and just bringin' these hits to the board

But back in the days, I would hit a lick just to do it when niggas got bored

Back in the days I was runnin' the trap, had whatever you needed and more

Back in the days I was hittin' that store, that Glock in my pants, to be takin' what's yours

Now I been focused on stackin' my chips, and just bringin' these hits to the board

But back in the days, I would hit a lick just to do it when niggas got bored