"Back To The Basics" lyrics

Back to the basics
I know they gon' hate it
Got tired of waiting
Fuck being patient
Who want smoke with this shit
So I can lace it
G Nikes - lace 'em
Opps - face 'em
Ain't stunt on bitch
Too busy gettin' rich
Shorty with that 40
Nah, shorty with that stick nigga
Harder than they thought
Shit, I'm the hardest in this shit
I need the whole thang
I'm goin' larger than this shit

Bitches on my drip like, "Ooh-ooh"
Thirty in this clip like, "Ooh-ooh"
Nigga try to step I'm like, "Who, you?"
Bitch I'm off I'm billin' with that bool crew
Didn't nobody notice 'til the jet was in the sky-y
They don't fly, I'm past, chucking deuces up, bye-bye
I don't want no hand shakes, from them if they ain't my guy
Tired of the fake love I ain't kickin' it, nah nah
Snake got killed a couple years ago
That shit was too crazy
A couple niggas got caught playing both sides
Yeah that was fugazi
Bussin' on lil' slime with that'
Make them nigga move out
They thought we was just young'n all them
Nah we started all them shoot outs
And I'm still spinning back them, three letters
Fuck where you from 'cause where I'm from
We real steppa's
I don't get back n' forth with them niggas
Them niggas filled 'em (yeah for real)
Yeah, fuck that other dude, let's do it

Back to the basics
I know they gon' hate it
Got tired of waiting
Fuck being patient
Who want smoke with this shit
So I can lace it
G Nikes - lace 'em
Opps - face 'em
Ain't stunt on bitch
Too busy gettin' rich
Shorty with that 40
Nah, shorty with that stick nigga
Harder than they thought
Shit, I'm the hardest in this shit
I need the whole thang
I'm goin' larger than this shit

Speakin for them thugs, nigga (what else?)
We need love too (and what?)
We just want to pop bottles
Stand in the club too (huh and what?)
Shit I had to get that money
Out the mud too (and what?)
I ain't no dummy
This shit here just what the hood do
Solid as a boulder, heart got colder
Thuggin like a soldier and I ain't slim
Opp they know yeah
Direction to money, fuck a map, I show you
Who the fuck got all they hands out?
Like I owe them

I'm just let the beat, beat - right
I ain't trippin off that other shit, man
Fuck them other nigga's man
They's all mad
Fuck all that though
To all them, all my lil partna's
That, that went and switched up on me
Bitched up and cleared up
And all that other shit man
And I keep that iron on
Yeah, you know that
I hit that, ahh- (hey, you know that though)
Hey man this shit harder than they thought nigga
Nah for real fuck them
Let's do it

Back to the basics
I know they gon' hate it
Got tired of waiting
Fuck being patient
Who want smoke with this shit
So I can lace it
G Nikes - lace 'em
Opps - face 'em
Ain't stunt on bitch
Too busy gettin' rich
Shorty with that 40
Nah, shorty with that stick nigga
Harder than they thought
Shit, I'm the hardest in this shit
I need the whole thang
I'm goin' larger than this shit