Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old

Ddrat, da-da-da-um-da Look back at it I get goosebumps when I look at it She ain’t never do this before, but she good at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it These girls ain’t really no good for me, yeah Ddrat, da-da, da Drdat, da-da-da, da Ddrat,

'Fore she does And I believe that Jesus is comin' back That OJ did it, Lee Harvey didn't And she's really gone this time Before she does I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it We ain't even really dating So, I took her on a baecation Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

As is, as is, as is She ain't outdoors and her heart just cold as is One forty-five AM, almost done I could pop another pill tonight Even though I don't really want one The Xanax got me on a flight I don't need much

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the