BACK IN THE DAYS lyrics

[Intro]
Gang and them, no lames with them
We need to go back to them days where snitches actually got stitches and sh*t

[Chorus]
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas don't really hate me, they really wanna be me
It's a gamble tryna go against the Plug, but we can teedlelee
Why all the n*ggas Drakeo put on tryna beef with me?
How you gon' try to start new beef when your hood extinct?
Shells'll put holes in your head like SpongeBob
If you think you really f*ckin' with me, you a nut job
I really get paid to talk sh*t, I got a fun job
Put the stick to the beef like we makin' kebabs
You can try to run, but the only thing gon' save is Allah
He thought he was Deebo 'til he heard "Fah-fah"
Hittin' a Mexican b*tch, she callin' me papa
Be crazy when the rats be actin' like top opps, the Plug
[Chorus]
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different

[Verse 2]
These street n*ggas losin' me, how you tellin' as a victim?
Them rap lyrics ain't foolin' me, these n*ggas b*tches
Why every time a n*gga tell, they claim they rich n*ggas?
My money and yours don't compare, it's a big difference
These VVs not SIs, I can tell they hit different
What's surfin', b*tch? I'm wavy as the Pacific
These n*ggas my kids, all my babies gettin' bigger
They get a little out of control when I leave 'em with the sitter
Rap n*ggas startin' to act like BMs, they too bitter
b*tch was lookin' a little hungry so I feed her a Snicker
In the ocean lookin' for a sharks, b*tch, I'm a fisherman
Turn rap beef to shark food, better get your mans
Why I put him in a box if I can put him in a can?
I stunk 'cause I got chopsticks, b*tch, I'm Jackie Chan
This Evisu jeans 'fit came from Japan
All the n*ggas that like me is well-known fans (The Plug)
[Chorus]
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different
Can we go back to them days when snitches got stitches?
Can we go back to them days where real n*ggas actually existed?
Before you cross me, you better know I'm not Christian
This internet fame got these n*ggas actin' different