Back To The Basics

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny GB
Bitch, turn me up, don't turn me down
Duh, duh

Cut into her like I'm the bad guy and you a bad bitch
Please don't try to talk pape', you are not a Tad Rich
Boy, not a Tad bit
Free Unc, they caught him with a script, he ain't Brad Pitt
Turkey bag a armpit, M30s Tar Heels
Murder man charming, I need a Chrome Heart deal
Bitch pussy fat, Garfield, booty all real
Fly as hell, you would think I'm finna land at Hartsfield
Ayy, turn me up, man, don't turn me down
Better put respect on my name when I'm not around

In Indiana, got a couple plays out of town
You can call me coach, I'll make a play from out of bounds
Put in work for this shit, don't be throwin' salt
Crib out the way, ducked off, I can take a walk
I don't care about my old hoes, I don't like to stalk
I'ma show you I got quick draw, I ain't finna talk

Like bada-boom, bada-bang
Big ass TRX, better move out the way
Tryna gas up with me and knock the fuel out his tank
Teach your hoe to a Smurf through the blues in her veins
You would think I buried Josh how we glued to the drake
Out the country on the balcony with boobs in my face
Unky cookin' in the kitchen, but that food ain't for plates
All gas, I might go and drop a coupe with no brakes

Tech dropped out and flew to the bank
Multiplying everything, turning twos into eights

I could serve him anything, he ain't schooled on the drank
Room full of rich niggas, I think dude out of place
His hoe tryna fuck, but I'm cool by the way

Bitch, I can show you how the smooth operate

I can't say shit, tell a hoe I'm smooth out a case

Oh, these smokin' Reggie blunts, that's a two dollar eighth
Crunch time, Danny Phantom, you be goin' ghost
You can count on me under pressure, I ain't finna choke

If you come from nothin' like me, I should give you hope
Livin' in the mid, I had to spend a band for the coat
Been put up numbers, at this point, we just stat pad
I don't give a fuck about the past, ain't no backtrack
Shitty Boys back to the basics, we back active
If somebody ever try to try me, it's gon' get tragic
Every time the boys drop a tape, it's a big classic
Playin' fake classy, hoe, turn that lil' bitch ratchet

Try and feel like Ivo, boy, I'll miss practice
Vanilla slides on his head, they'll gift wrap him
She don't get a lil' purse, she throw a big tantrum
I got pulls from GR down to Big Rapids
The kid a avalanche in the blink wrappin'
I don't care, we catch him with his hoe, we gon' weave splat him
Ooh, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM

SBDSM, SBDSM