Lil Bibby - A Year Ago lyrics

[Hook - Lil Bibby:] Just a year ago I was stuck off in a slump I was broke, I ain't have nothin I came from the bottom that's why I stunt That's why I stunt, that's why I stunt Might go broke, ion give a f** Pop a pill, that turn a n***a up Catch me in the club might throw a few bucks See me in the streets, n***as know what's up Still throwin my set, that's where I'm from I ain't worried bout nun, rollin up the blunt sh**tin on n***as that's why I stunt, that's why I stunt That's why I stunt, and my momma ain't gotta worry bout nun Ain't got ask no b**h for no money, used to be hungry now I stunt [Lil Herb:] You might catch me in the club counting nothing but one hunneds Juvenile with cash money, I'm the number 1 stunta Foreign whips all summer, ridin tinted, gettin blunted And they all different colors, so you never see me comin And the reason I be stuntin, is cuz I'm used to havin nothing Schooling housing by the public, now them thousands ain't a subject I put money first, trapping all summer call it sunny work Went from rags to riches pullin b**hes with a bummy shirt Now the city sayin I'm the man in the streets Going hard for the squad, throwing bands in the streets I might go broke, but you know just how that go If I go broke then a n***a getting poked n***a don't go then a n***a gettin smoked Watch I get ghost, like a n***a didn't blow Make the police think a n***a didn't know, like a n***a didn't know f** the po po, if I had Court then a n***a didn't go Had to see a PO, then a n***a didn't show 750 cost ten like I'm in a 6 4 I ain't trippin on a ho I'm too busy gettin dough Same n***a by the sto, posted up, me and bro Just roll up the dope, thinking bout a year ago [Hook] [Lil Herb:] Winter time I super grind, summer time we stay awake I'm up early, whipping up the pies like Aunt Shirley Rollin the loud make the blunt pearly, catch me on the 8 [?] f** the jakes, you get stretched for the cake b**hes know the deal we can't chase erday, we just s** we don't date Skeet her chest and her face, I flex on them hoes f** like twice then I next on them hoes Only want a night worth of s** from them hoes Don't wanna FaceTime or chat with them hoes I'm sprinting to them stacks, imma hit you right back Trap full of white made [?] look black Pull up in that thang with the ceiling pushed back Riding by myself, but if you pull up on the side you can look at this mac Remember I used to look at them n***as way back Remember I used to rock the huaraches with the strap Remember I didn't know how to fill a kinda stack But now I'm that n***a and all I do is count em back Yeah, and that's why I stunt I ain't worried bout nun I do what I want I ain't gotta trick on b**hes cuz they wanna f** I'm just chillin countin digits, and I'm smokin blunts, c money rollin up And if we pull up on a n***a then he betta duck Cuz we got hollows in the semi you gone need some luck My shooters on it, they ain't stopping till they see him drop Cuz when a n***a k** yo homie you don't give a f** In the field for my homies we gone send it up I'm off a hitta for Roc R.I.P. free my n***as off the Remy's and Jocs Used to ridin hot cars, now my sh** off the lot Just to sit on the block [Hook]