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Wayback
by Meechie Stacks
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I know some lame ass hoes hating on me from way back
Still on the radio ain't worried about a playback
Did a million streams call that shit payback
Broke ass niggas always rapping bout they pack
Everywhere that I go they gotta give me like ten racks
You been dropping your location you a lick and you gift wrapped
My little Niggas robbing don't call me for your shit back
Big facts gotta stay strapped
I woke up this morning next to a AK
I fucked your bitch five years ago today
Facebook just reminded me bout that shit
You ain't even got no racks in your account bitch
My whole gang doing numbers like accountants
Stacking this weed up by the mountain
Wake up then start smoking out ounces
My young nigga crippin like Pop Smoke
He a wet up your poncho
Getting to it pronto
All I need is the fronto
Bad bitch hair long like Rapunzel
I might slap some dick on her tonsils
I don't got no time for no games you a console
I'm gone ball like Lonzo
I know some lame ass hoes hating on me from way back
Still on the radio ain't worried about a playback
Did a million streams call that shit payback
Broke ass niggas always rapping bout they pack
Everywhere that I go they gotta give me like ten racks
You been dropping your location you a lick and you gift wrapped
My little Niggas robbing don't call me for your shit back
Big facts gotta stay strapped
I know some lame ass hoes hating on me from way back
Still on the radio ain't worried about a playback
Did a million streams call that shit payback
Broke ass niggas always rapping bout they pack
Everywhere that I go they gotta give me like ten racks
You been dropping your location you a lick and you gift wrapped
My little Niggas robbing don't call me for your shit back
Big facts gotta stay strapped
I woke up this morning next to a AK
I fucked your bitch five years ago today
Facebook just reminded me bout that shit
You ain't even got no racks in your account bitch
My whole gang doing numbers like accountants
Stacking this weed up by the mountain
Wake up then start smoking out ounces
My young nigga crippin like Pop Smoke
He a wet up your poncho
Getting to it pronto
All I need is the fronto
Bad bitch hair long like Rapunzel
I might slap some dick on her tonsils
I don't got no time for no games you a console
I'm gone ball like Lonzo
I know some lame ass hoes hating on me from way back
Still on the radio ain't worried about a playback
Did a million streams call that shit payback
Broke ass niggas always rapping bout they pack
Everywhere that I go they gotta give me like ten racks
You been dropping your location you a lick and you gift wrapped
My little Niggas robbing don't call me for your shit back
Big facts gotta stay strapped
