Back to Basics

Al Geno on the track

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, my niggas, they be drinkin', they pop Percocets like Advils

Tell her, "Bend it over, shake it for me, show me that that ass real" (yeah)

We know it ain't closed, so, we can't talk about that case (aye)

Them niggas ain't ballin', they just in out way

I'm rockin' Rhude, my bitch nice as hell (you can't tell the difference)

They gon' have to bond me out of jail (if they get to trippin')

I'm stayin' quiet on the internet (I ain't into dissin')

That bitch Keisha got some good head (pay for her tuition)

And if she mad, a couple grand'll put a smile on her face

Free my nigga out the can, I spent bands on his case

Said I ain't build this shit for somebody to take it

God know that I'ma send 'em, spin, and I been prayin' (hold up, uh)

PTB, you know we protectin' the brand (hold up, hold up)

Too much wok in me, can't tell what I be sayin'

Your niggas trained to go, mine trained to kill

Me and shawty close, but I don't wanna feel on her nails

Tell Skye I wanna fuck her like a pornstar

Think that I'm slippin', we got four dicks in this foreign car

Can't be myself, so I can't wait until I shake this pav'

I'm down to whoop that ho, she cheat, so, now she think I'm crazy

Ride through Mobile with a stick, right back to the basics

I'm down to catch attempt to loot, police should've tazed me

All about my green like the Hulk, I'm so incredible

I came up out the gutter, 12 know what's in my area

Say she from Virgin Islands, I still fuck on the first night

Country boy, mud ridin', pop wheelies on the dirt bike

Shawty should thank me for real, I took her out the projects

Don't worry, I'm at my lowest, so, I'ma sip this Hi-Tech

These niggas bitches go to jail and sang, his name should be, Melody

When I squeeze it, I won't fuckin' stop, that just my adrenaline

I know they aimin' at my head too, hatin' on my legacy

If they pick me up, I stay quiet, that just my intelligence

Ayy, my niggas, they be drinkin', they pop Percocets like Advils

Tell her, "Spin it over, shake it for me, show me that that ass real"

We know it ain't closed, so, we can't talk about that case (ay)

Them niggas ain't ballin', they just in out way

I'm rockin' Rhude, my bitch nice as hell (you can't tell the difference)

They gon' have to bond me out of jail (if they get to trippin')

I'm stayin' quiet on the internet (I ain't into dissin')

That bitch Keisha got some good head (pay for her tuition)