og shit
(BandLab)

Ride innat truck but you better not lack
My shit stay black but my wrist still frozen
And I feel like I’m Drake I’m going back to back it’s like so many packs and I got em all on me 
And why did she think she can set up the homie
Lil bro inna back got fye tucked on em
All of these hoes just be playing like Sony
Play with this shit he get cooked like Bologna
And I got like too much on me 
Big booty bitch inna back of the Bentley it’s just how I’m feeling when she all up on me 
I’m state to state with this shit getting paid for this shit and I love when she look at me lowly 
How she gone sit here and act like she know me
Im innat spur with my niggas like Tony

When I’m gassing up, I swear she love all the aura
I get inna cut then back out the lot, the bitch gone be seeing this Rover 
My choppa gone dump, it’s gone dump a lot the next day it’s party over
I get what you saying but you cannot try, you can’t even try to get closer
And I’m innat field like a soldier
Pull up innat tank increasing my rank, this shit gone be bigger then boulder
Damn! But a fuck nigga can’t say shit when he got slumped over
Diamond baguettes and them bitches shining you can see it when you sober 
You already know that we mf lit, you don’t even gotta inform us
I get onna road and I fuck on yo bitch, she already at the performance
We slide bout 5 deep track with bronem 
Swear it’s fuck them tags don’t give a fuck bout em 
These psychedelics I don’t sip on no bottle
(nah I’m just trollin)

(Hook repeated)

Almost Back

Trill Flackø