Tate Kobang - Going Back lyrics

[Intro] Let me pull this out Thinking ‘bout them days riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I [Hook] Let me pull this out Thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back Thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac' [Verse 1] I was 17, n***a had my first 30 Do these b**hes dirty, shoot that b**h like Stephen Curry Had my first daughter, that was back in February n***a hit the trap and made another James Worthy Mama used to say get your a** back on that porch Uncle was that n***a then he pa**ed me the torch We just warming up now, n***a ‘bout the storage Need a couple M's, gon' put my grandma in a Porsche Tell my baby mama take me off of child support b**h don't call my phone ‘cause I don't want to hear your voice Out here doing dirt but I ain't doing it ‘cause I had to Every time somebody call my phone it's always bad news [Hook] I can't take no more, let me pull this out Thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back Thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac' [Verse 2] Thinking ‘bout them days, I seen them [?] on the corner They don't hop out, boys will make them folks run up on you We was throwing tackles, n***as playing pop warner Mama up to school, she used to love to pop up on you I ain't know my daddy, man my daddy now he gone I'm from Baltimore, the only n***a putting on Smoking on that Hercules and we don't call it strong n***a gon' finesse you, all your paper gon' be gone b**h I'm from the city where them n***as really ride Not too many people here make it to 25 We gon' handle beef, don't believe in letting sh** slide n***as might just pull up on you, murk you in your ride [Hook] n***a where you from, let me pull this out Thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the Ac' Mama used to pray to god I'd make it out the trap Love the fast money, no but I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back I ain't going back, n***a I ain't going back Thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the Ac'