Throwback

Don't play when it come to a snake

We'll straight put a glock to yo' forehead

You a boy, you ain't stressing 'bout pain

You just stressing 'cause you found out what yo' hoe did

I be playing for keeps, give a fuck 'bout a bitch

I don't care where the hoes at

I be painting pictures like a Kodak

We the future, this shit not a throwback

I get fresh off the plane, I don't need no bags

Then I hop in the with my pro mag

If I bought the diamonds that shit don't need no flash