way back Lyrics
Woah-oh-oh, yeah boy
Woah-oh-oh, yeah boy
Woah-oh-oh, yeah boyDon`t wet no more
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga way back
Homie start switchin` lanes, I thought we went way back
(Woo)
I can`t get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack)
Stashin` all the pills in my desk (Rack)
Wearin` every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can`t get no rest (Come on)
I ride around with a TEC (Champ)
Stashin` all the pills in my desk (Champ)
Wearin` every chain on my neck (Go crazy on `em)
Woah, wait
It`s summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden State (yeah)
UFC I`m tapping to my old ways (Alright)
I`m addressing shit like I`m on Waze
Showed ya love, ain`t show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (Yeah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay (Woah-oh-oh)
I be (Yeah) making mils, made it to a hobby (It`s lit!)
Don`t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I`m so loaded off the pills, so don`t ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back)
James Harden with the range on me, nigga way back
Homie start switching lanes, I thought we went way back
(Woo)
I can`t get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (Rack)
Wearin` every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can`t get no rest (Come on)
I ride around with a TEC (Champ)
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Stashin` all the pills in my desk (Champ)
Wearin` every chain on my neck (Go crazy on `em, we in the house)
Look boy, boy, don`t believe what`s on your TV
Look boy, don`t you sit close to your TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (Yeah)
Would it be unlawful (Yeah)
To spend a honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they`ll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I`m down in the Meadows
Slidin` down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I`m swimming out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (Yeah)
I just built a castle deep (Yeah-yeah)
In them trees (Yeah)
That`s how I get them backwoods free (Yeah-yeah)
This right here some savagery (Yeah-yeah)
Bend it back from me (Yeah-yeah)
Way-way back for me (Yeah-yeah)
Way-way back for me
Way-way back for me
Way-way back for me
Whoa-o-oa-oa
Whoa
