"Back To The Basics" lyrics
[BabyTron:]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Bitch, turn me up, don't turn me down (Getta Beats)
Ew, nah, nyah
Cut into her like I'm the bad guy and you a bad bitch
Please don't try to talk pape', you are not a tad rich
Boy, not a tad bit
Free unc', they caught him with a script, he ain't Brad Pitt
Turkey bag a armpit, M30's tar heels
Murder man charm lil', I need a Chrome Heart deal
Bitch pussy fat, Garfield, booty all real
Fly as hell, you would think I'm finna land at Hartsfield
[TrDee:]
Ayy, turn me up, man, don't turn me down
Better put respect on my name when I'm not around
In Indiana, got a couple plays out of town
You can call me coach, I'll make a play from out of bounds
Put in work for this shit, don't be throwin' salt
Crib out the way, ducked off, I can take a walk
I don't care about my old hoes, I don't like to stalk
I'ma show you I got quick draw, I ain't finna talk
[StanWill:]
Huh, like bada-boom, bada-bang
Big-ass TRX, better move out the way
Tryna gas up with me and knock the fuel out his tank
Turnt your ho to a Smurf, threw the blues in her face
You would think that baby Josh how he glued to the Drac'
Out the country on the balcony with boobs in my face
Unky cookin' in the kitchen, but that food ain't for plates
All gas, I might go and drop a coupe with no brakes
Check dropped down and flew to the bank
Multiplying everything, turning twos into eights
I could serve him anything, he ain't schooled on the drank
Room full of rich niggas, I think dude out of place
His ho tryna fuck, but I'm cool by the way
Bitch, I can show you how the smooth operate
I can't save shit, tell a ho I'm smooth out of capes
What he smokin'? Reggie Bush, that's a two dollar eighth
[TrDee:]
Crunch time, Danny Phantom, you be goin' ghost
You can count on me under pressure, I ain't finna choke
If you come from nothin' like me, I should give you hope
Livin' in the mit', I had to spend a band for the coat
Been put up numbers, at this point, we just stat paddin'
I don't give a fuck about the past, ain't no backtrackin'
ShittyBoyz back to the basics, we back active
If somebody ever try to try me, it's gon' get tragic
[BabyTron:]
Every time the boys drop a tape, it's a big classic
Playin' fake classy, ho, turn that lil' bitch ratchet
Tron feel like Ivo, boy, I'll miss practice
Vanilla slides on his head, they'll gift wrap him
If she don't get a lil' purse, she throw a big tantrum
I got pulls from GR down to Big Rapids
The kid a avalanche, in the blink, wrappin'
I don't care, we catch him with his ho, we gon' wink, splat him
Ooh, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM
SBDSM, SBDSM, nyah
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Bitch, turn me up, don't turn me down (Getta Beats)
Ew, nah, nyah
Cut into her like I'm the bad guy and you a bad bitch
Please don't try to talk pape', you are not a tad rich
Boy, not a tad bit
Free unc', they caught him with a script, he ain't Brad Pitt
Turkey bag a armpit, M30's tar heels
Murder man charm lil', I need a Chrome Heart deal
Bitch pussy fat, Garfield, booty all real
Fly as hell, you would think I'm finna land at Hartsfield
[TrDee:]
Ayy, turn me up, man, don't turn me down
Better put respect on my name when I'm not around
In Indiana, got a couple plays out of town
You can call me coach, I'll make a play from out of bounds
Put in work for this shit, don't be throwin' salt
Crib out the way, ducked off, I can take a walk
I don't care about my old hoes, I don't like to stalk
I'ma show you I got quick draw, I ain't finna talk
[StanWill:]
Huh, like bada-boom, bada-bang
Big-ass TRX, better move out the way
Tryna gas up with me and knock the fuel out his tank
Turnt your ho to a Smurf, threw the blues in her face
You would think that baby Josh how he glued to the Drac'
Out the country on the balcony with boobs in my face
Unky cookin' in the kitchen, but that food ain't for plates
All gas, I might go and drop a coupe with no brakes
Check dropped down and flew to the bank
Multiplying everything, turning twos into eights
I could serve him anything, he ain't schooled on the drank
Room full of rich niggas, I think dude out of place
His ho tryna fuck, but I'm cool by the way
Bitch, I can show you how the smooth operate
I can't save shit, tell a ho I'm smooth out of capes
What he smokin'? Reggie Bush, that's a two dollar eighth
[TrDee:]
Crunch time, Danny Phantom, you be goin' ghost
You can count on me under pressure, I ain't finna choke
If you come from nothin' like me, I should give you hope
Livin' in the mit', I had to spend a band for the coat
Been put up numbers, at this point, we just stat paddin'
I don't give a fuck about the past, ain't no backtrackin'
ShittyBoyz back to the basics, we back active
If somebody ever try to try me, it's gon' get tragic
[BabyTron:]
Every time the boys drop a tape, it's a big classic
Playin' fake classy, ho, turn that lil' bitch ratchet
Tron feel like Ivo, boy, I'll miss practice
Vanilla slides on his head, they'll gift wrap him
If she don't get a lil' purse, she throw a big tantrum
I got pulls from GR down to Big Rapids
The kid a avalanche, in the blink, wrappin'
I don't care, we catch him with his ho, we gon' wink, splat him
Ooh, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM
SBDSM, SBDSM, nyah
