Young Savage - Looking Back lyrics

(INTRO) Uh, I flexed on versace, my clothes and my shirts it's all my mom bought me Uh, A fake n***a not me, that sh** that we flexin' is not what they taught me Uh, I pulled up on a fake crib n***a, almost had to pull out my shotty Damn, Man I'm so fine Step back on the 3-Point line Make the shot like I'm Kobe Bryant Gucci, versace thats all that I see I walk in it goes to a 100 degrees n***as coming beggin' on my knees All I got is fees I got all the keys Dab on 'em like I sneeze Yeah, I know, I know I'm a playboy Get her sitting back, on my dick, like a cowboy (Verse 1) Versace like im making cash rain First cla** seat from tokyo to spain Sippin' codeine and champaigne I'm insane n***a, ice in my veins Flickin my wrist, my head and my chain Again and again and again and again Get the f** outta here with your wack sh** I swear yall acting up like you're brad pitt Try to come to me, I'll make a base-hit Damn I stab then I dab 'cuz I'm lit lit I get that money for my n***as then I split it Yeah, girls everywhere, I swear s**ing everywhere, on the counch, on the chair Smoke in the air, cum on her hair Make money rain like I really don't care (Hook) Flex on versace, my n***as they got me Left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me I'm up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez) Now it's 2k16 most rappers are f**ed up on lean Pull out my Glock, you dead, that's a crime scene (verse 2) Now i'm back on Versace, these loyal n***as they got me If you thirsty n***a then gimme a call, I gotchu' you with b**hes, money and all Yeah if you know me, you know me, my story, then you know how it goes b**hes in my shows, versace clothes, slow-mo like I froze, you know I'm the boss n***as talking 'bout a solo , n***a Whats the f** that's a no-no Don't worry my n***a I got my whole team Bars spitting faster than n***a thats f**ed up on speed Yeah, I walk in the strip club Looking for a b**h yea I'm looking for a hooker She wet like she came out the bathtub I'm going hard, she feel it to the bone Going hard, going fast, in the zone Sitting on my lap, I'm sitting on my throne But when I'm away I know she feeling alone Call me, text me, message on my phone Versace clothes and a gucci watch She be bungee boucin' on my crotch Ain't got time for that sh** so I blocked her All while drinkin' liquor with my chauffeur b**hes going on me, callin' me mister (Hook) Flex on versace, my n***as they got me Left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me I'm up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez) Now it's 2k16 most rappers are f**ed up on lean Pull out my Glock, you dead, that's a crime scene (OUTRO) We used to go outside makin' beats with sitcks Never thought we'd get more than 5 dollar tips Beat level after level 'till we made it to the 6ix Bought my mom a house, bought my n***as kicks Now we getting millions out of views and clicks