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