Back Then

[Intro]

I'm turnt up right now

I'm turnt up right now

I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees

But I got the chills right now

I'm turnt up right now

I'm turnt up right now

I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees

But I got the chills right now

I'm turnt up right now

I'm turnt up right now

I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees

But I got the chills right now

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

She looks hot so i need that bop if you can understand my language

A dollar might fuck your main bitch

I fuck a main bitch

Ain't got no main bitch

That was back then, no disrespect to none of them

Cause what i learned from all of em', is that everything comes to an end

So I'mma party to the end, can i finish, counting ends

I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man

She don't smoke, but she roll my dope

I don't licky lick, she knows that's a joke

She suck dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide

I wasn't great in algebra, but i can talk you out ya bra

Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs (Three Eyes)

I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one

Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run

Harry fraudulent on the beat I beat Up that's my word

Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee

[Chorus]

Back Then, way back when, I was broke as Bruh Man

Nigga my time is coming, look what i done did

Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man

Inside the game, ain't too much change, I told y'all I been gone insane, but that was

Back Then, way back when

Back Then, way back when

Back Then, way back when, look what i done did

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

WHere your nigga at Homegirl, He ain’t sHit

I’m ballin' man

Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch

I’m ballin' man

Sacked out blacked out racked out

I’m ballin' man

EverywHere i go gotta Have a Ho

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin' man, i’m a baller, man

Hit Her one time don’t call her, man

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Back then, way back then you’d have thought I had sense

That’s ‘cause you ain’t know what I had since

Ask Q, I’m gettin' boobs too, dude don’t call me BMF

I’m spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy

Chicken Fetuccine Alfredo, teenagers of promethazine

Codeine, that’s 16 and lean

Keep that on the low, I’m talking too much, I had two eatables

Pour up a foe for soul, I’m doing incredible

Considering my schedule

BET Music Matters, if it don’t, it pay, though

Show ‘em the sing, that top dog, should’ve signed a page row

Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming

[Chorus]

Back Then, way back when, I was broke as Bruh Man

Nigga my time is coming, look what i done did

Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man

Inside the game, ain't too much change, I told y'all I been gone insane, but that was

Back Then, way back when

Back Then, way back when

Back Then, way back when, look what i done did