"Long Time Ago" lyrics
Ayy, we gon' let these niggas have it
I woke up to a pint of red in the cabinet
If you got some screws loose, I'ma get the ratchet (Michigan Meech)
I ain't gotta ask for no head, that shit automatic
Sorry I ain't got— this bitch automatic
I remember when the red pints came inside a casket
She suck dick and gotta ask her, this bitch nasty
She hit the head all in the whip, she ain't see the mattress (Nope)
Swear she a real bitch but her body plastic (Fake)
Chi Chi caught a gun case 'cause he like the ratchet
Get a nigga location, slap it in the navi
RGS the mafia, bitch, we the family
A hundred drum to a quarter, should've seen the magic
Mask on in the kitchen with the Cocker Spaniel
I ran through it so fast, I said, "Damn, Daniel" (Damn)
I went to Dallas, caught the bag, niggas called me Randall
Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri)
You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Yeah)
Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know
I was in the bar talkin' wet, she done chose (Come here)
I just put a sixty on my neck, now I'm froze (Ice)
I'm glad I stopped fuckin' with these iffy-ass hoes
She look me in my eye when she slide down the pole
I look him in his eye right before I send him home
Buffs on my eyes, they keep slidin' down my nose
This line that I'm on way farther than the O
Fourteen-hour drive, where the fuck we finna go?
Would be near a twelve, but I gotta take it slow
I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
Now I got the— bag, 'bout to overload (Let's get it)
I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
I blew through a hundred, this was not too long ago
I can't sit and talk, it's somewhere I gotta go
I don't wanna see the car, bitch, I wanna see the stove
Fuck a drive-by, nigga, we gon' get up close
Hit him with the flip-clip and make him hit a note
Work made at the border, bitch lookin' gorgeous
Everything else natural, but her ass from Florida
Bhopstick made in Russia, I don't do no fussin'
It's just me and two hoes, I made 'em kiss each other (Mwah)
Niggas in the same clique like to diss each other
I love Kentucky from Detroit, that's my distant lover
Fuck wrappin' 'em in sheets, put 'em in a cover
Put his bitch ass to bed, get that boy a pillow
Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri)
You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Ha)
Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know
I was talkin' wet, in the bar, she done chose (Yeah)
I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
Now I got the— the bag 'bout to overload
I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
I just blew a hundred, that was not too long ago
I woke up to a pint of red in the cabinet
If you got some screws loose, I'ma get the ratchet (Michigan Meech)
I ain't gotta ask for no head, that shit automatic
Sorry I ain't got— this bitch automatic
I remember when the red pints came inside a casket
She suck dick and gotta ask her, this bitch nasty
She hit the head all in the whip, she ain't see the mattress (Nope)
Swear she a real bitch but her body plastic (Fake)
Chi Chi caught a gun case 'cause he like the ratchet
Get a nigga location, slap it in the navi
RGS the mafia, bitch, we the family
A hundred drum to a quarter, should've seen the magic
Mask on in the kitchen with the Cocker Spaniel
I ran through it so fast, I said, "Damn, Daniel" (Damn)
I went to Dallas, caught the bag, niggas called me Randall
Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri)
You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Yeah)
Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know
I was in the bar talkin' wet, she done chose (Come here)
I just put a sixty on my neck, now I'm froze (Ice)
I'm glad I stopped fuckin' with these iffy-ass hoes
She look me in my eye when she slide down the pole
I look him in his eye right before I send him home
Buffs on my eyes, they keep slidin' down my nose
This line that I'm on way farther than the O
Fourteen-hour drive, where the fuck we finna go?
Would be near a twelve, but I gotta take it slow
I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
Now I got the— bag, 'bout to overload (Let's get it)
I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
I blew through a hundred, this was not too long ago
I can't sit and talk, it's somewhere I gotta go
I don't wanna see the car, bitch, I wanna see the stove
Fuck a drive-by, nigga, we gon' get up close
Hit him with the flip-clip and make him hit a note
Work made at the border, bitch lookin' gorgeous
Everything else natural, but her ass from Florida
Bhopstick made in Russia, I don't do no fussin'
It's just me and two hoes, I made 'em kiss each other (Mwah)
Niggas in the same clique like to diss each other
I love Kentucky from Detroit, that's my distant lover
Fuck wrappin' 'em in sheets, put 'em in a cover
Put his bitch ass to bed, get that boy a pillow
Amiri, stopped wearin' Balmain a long time ago (Amiri)
You used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (Ha)
Oh, that's your bitch? Dog, I ain't even know
I was talkin' wet, in the bar, she done chose (Yeah)
I used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
Now I got the— the bag 'bout to overload
I gave a bitch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
I just blew a hundred, that was not too long ago
