Throwbacc lyrics

[Verse 1: MBNel]
They just left me off probation
f*ck it though, poles in my videos
Lil' baby tryin' to f*ck me, I'm too rich f*ckin' with you city ho's
Hey I might blow a check the way you lettin' them ass n' titties go
b*tch I'ma kiss my Glock before I ever go and kiss you ho's
(Tuh, stupid)
b*tch I'ma crip my flag on left sides
Still screamin' f*ck you n*ggas and everybody except mine
I ain't checkin' in lil' b*tch, unless I'm checkin' in for the check signs
n*ggas tryna kill me, I'm ridin' 'round with this TEC-9
I ain't sayin' no names my bro got at, f*ck a vest size
Left him Fetty Wap, this face shot left him with no left eye
n*ggas dissin' on the gram, oh that's cute wе don't 'net slide
Hey [?], so еverything else, we don't let slide (Sheesh)
Damn baby, bust it open girl How you do that you gon' make me wanna spend all these one's the way move that
I got this Glock right by my di*k, I'm high as sh*t
Boy you better move back
Before she suck us in this function
Better hope that they can shoot back, ayy who that
I got these b*tches askin' who that
If I see a sucka we on his head, just like the durag
n*gga blue rag, b*tch I'ma crip just like a handicap
I ran off with this n*gga pole, he won't get his hammy back

[Chrous: MBNel]
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
[Verse 2: MBNel]
Ayy, clap it from the back, this city b*tch she make it clap it back
Four nickel glizzy f*ck a stock, the thirty mag attached
I just f*cked this n*gga b*tch, she tried to kill me, I know he mad at that
Hoppin out a Scat, that n*gga still drivin' a Cadillac
Ayy, I mix the clear with that dark sh*t
I'm feelin' like a valet, the way we park sh*t
Ayy, it's pistol pikachu, the way the spark sh*t
b*tch we got them drums and hella sticks, some lincoln park sh*t
I'm like damn baby, soon as I seen you, I'm like who that?
The way you bouncin' ass make a n*gga wanna run through that
We got guns in the club, we won't hesitate to go shoot that
Got me thinkin' if I'm f*ckin' b*tch I'm nuttin', yo' ass too fat
Ayy, I'm off this Don and this pill b*tch
n*gga, you can't [?], 'cause you ain't kill sh*t
n*gga, when I'm off these drugs I can't feel sh*t
Stop cryin, you in jail 'cause yo' dumbass post when you drill sh*t

[Chrous: MBNel]
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back
Throw that sh*t back, lil' baby go and throw that sh*t back

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
b*tch I'm Drakeo don't gotta ask if I'ma shoot back
How we did lil [?], It's like why y'all do that?
b*tch I don't talk to police, I ain't these new rappers
Got put on that twenty five, oh you a new factor
Okay you had the first wave, but this a new chapter
They gon' have yo' momma talkin' to a news caster
That choppa sung, he was preachin' like a few pastors
You see me in that county jail, I don't do rappin'
If we talkin' savin' ho's, n*gga you captain
I put my wrist up in the air and poured two fantas
My black b*tch up in the club she want two santas
My white b*tch just did a mug, and broke two sandals
Sent a whole wave of shells at his durag
Like why you at me on the gram? Bro we don't do that
I sent a whole wave of shells at his durag
Like why you at me on the gram? Bro we don't do that
The Ruler