Back Then Lyrics

Find a way to stack that paper up so I can test my vert

Know he bleed that triple seven, that's my cousin, call him Kurt

Flyin' through the heaven gates, you know I'm blessed and I ain't stressin

Found a way to beat the streets, I hit the road, don't need no license

I don't like to keep my collar off, cause I'm my own boss

Black T, I'm gettin' my rocks off, designer with the socks off

Two phones connect to wifi, tryna get that dot dot

Tapped out, you niggas ain't tapped in, you ain't gettin' no back end

Back then, I talk with a accent, ain't got no sauce enough

Back then, I'm all in pacsun, but I don't shop enough

Bitch, you better come correct, got niggas waitin' for the step

Got the bookie doin' numbers In and Out we undefeated

Hit the club and top it off and then she come and top me off

Clean that money at the laundry does that mean I'm money launder?

Eyes low but my spirit high so why we havin' a conversation?

They be tryna take me in so let me read my declaration

Find a way to stack that paper up so I can test my vert

Know he bleed that triple seven, that's my cousin, call him Kurt

Flyin' through the heaven gates, you know I'm blessed and I ain't stressin

Found a way to beat the streets, I hit the road, don't need no license

I don't like to keep my collar off, cause I'm my own boss

Black T, I'm gettin' my rocks off, designer with the socks off

Two phones connect to wifi, tryna get that dot dot

Tapped out, you niggas ain't tapped in, you ain't gettin' no back end

Back then, she givin' lap dance like, is you free tonight

Her accent, that bitch attractive like you ain't from round here

Called up my lil' homie just makin' sure that you down here

I'm the only nigga that'll bring you up cause you pussy niggas gon' leave you there

Them fuck niggas gon' leave you there, in the cold like a heater weather

I'm too cold, I don't need a sweater, too toned like three or better

I'm IG lit, I don't need a header, my music good, I'm dressin' better

This a trend, I'm settin' up, pussy boy, go wake him up

Find a way to stack that paper up so I can test my vert

Know he bleed that triple seven, that's my cousin, call him Kurt

Flyin' through the heaven gates, you know I'm blessed and I ain't stressin

Found a way to beat the streets, I hit the road, don't need no license

I don't like to keep my collar off, cause I'm my own boss

Black T, I'm gettin' my rocks off, designer with the socks off

Two phones connect to wifi, tryna get that dot dot

Tapped out, you niggas ain't tapped in, you ain't gettin' no back end