Throwback lyrics

[Intro]
Jordan Kobe
Real n*gga, that's on my body
Where was they at?
Everybody callin' my phone man, I don't be pickin' up man

[Chorus]
All these hoes call my phone n*gga, and I ain't pickin' up
Where was all these hoes when we was sh*t out of luck?
Me and Ball was down bad, yeah we was f*cked up
Now I'm JD swervin', pull up in a Nissan truck
Back when we was like a hundred n*ggas, we was too turned up
Milly used to be my shooter, can't believe n*gga went button
I would spec your back door, you ain't never catch no cut
Sneak Gang, no trust n*gga, I go with my gut

[Verse]
Any n*gga ever told, n*gga we don't count them homis
Kill a n*gga don't fold n*gga, that's 'cause I got him
Two times in my chopper if a f*ck n*gga feel froggy
Free Lane n*gga, every time they 'round n*gga catch a newbody
2015, it's showtime, n*gga it was cold
I was out here hittin' licks n*gga, all on my own
I was out here beefin' with them n*ggas all on my own
I was shakin' back for them bullets, n*ggas wasn't callin' my phone
n*ggas wouldn't see I was dome, n*ggas ain't think I was blown
And my teachers f*ckin' with the same n*ggas, wanted to see me gone
Not to mention n*ggas shot my brother, n*ggas brought the beef sh*t home
n*ggas throwin' dirt on my name, sh*t I just can't condone
But n*gga I stayed ten toes, n*gga I ain't never ever break no code
n*gga I ain't never ever told, same n*gga likin' my Instagram post
That be the same n*gga broke
Same n*gga rob me that be hatin' on the low
Why they want me, I don't know
Feds say I'm the reason n*ggas get smoked
I ain't never gave 'em no dope, I don't know why these lil n*ggas on go
n*gga I go dolo, I ain't tryna send for another n*gga's dope
Why I don't love these hoes, 'cause they quick to give another n*gga throat
n*gga ain't tryna bring smoke, I ain't tryna beef 'cause another n*gga owe
[Chorus]
All these hoes call my phone n*gga, and I ain't pickin' up
Where was all these hoes when we was sh*t out of luck?
Me and Ball was down bad, yeah we was f*cked up
Now I'm JD swervin', pull up in a Nissan truck
Back when we was like a hundred n*ggas, we was too turned up
Milly used to be my shooter, can't believe n*gga went button
I would spec your back door, you ain't never catch no cut
Sneak Gang, no trust n*gga, I go with my gut