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Intro: Kira Johnston
SSB Gang, when I kick it up, we ball
No more funny moments, this is just on pause
Even like we sitting on the bus
Verse 1: Big Votie
Soulja told me they was big
Burgers and vodka for fifth
On that boulevard, smoke was all over our faces
"V sold"
Nah, boy, find yourself a hobby
Cooking up ass when this white was popping still
Come and go, there it goes
Savage homie with AR's, 9's and them bottles
Going crazy on this weekend, facts, no deep end
I'm just seeking revenge for fiestas
And medias, gone to get my shit in your fuckers' mouth, yeah
Chorus: Pat L
Way back then
We were dumb
Oh, my God
Whеre we come
Whеre we from
Interlude: SouljaDatAP
I'm just gonna say what I want
And I don't give a fuck
Verse 2: SouljaDatAP
Passion through that ACC
Was Lil B when I was dissing KD
You pussies gonna catch some strays, dope
Lake Tahoe, tomorrow will never know
But if we kill them vapers and some capers, then I will be 'bout it
Had to click and pow it, fuck that clowning
"Busy Soulja, you gon' take my dick and this stick"
Shit, but I got kissed and licked my Marie
Singing Ray Charles while I'm in the domino club spitting faggot bars
Meditation got a pile of crazy Asians
Music ain't gonna like this, Bjork
Verse 3: SuperABoi
They was Crip walking
They had to lock in
Pussy gonna give me the burrito, biggest info
That shit was okay like some songs from Smino
Philly got the biggest dope
Nah, I'm just playing
Meek Mill is trash, mouse from Philly crashed
Drowning in the sea, give me those keys
Pay these fees, look in my eyes
Tell me you see a world full of lies
Come around, XO
Hearing no echo
Fuck that bitch, and I'm on my own, woo
Verse 4: Clik Roze
This is the perfect song where I go
"Pow, pow-pow-pow"
Teach me how to act (Pow)
Smoke, drink, sex (Yes)
This a gangsta anthem like Niggas With Attitudes
Ghetto red adventures like Tigger with Winnie Pooh
Refrain: Pat L
Holy feet, holy shit
Chorus: Pat L
Way back then
We were dumb
Oh, my God
Where we come
Where we from
Verse 5: Simon
Oh, yeah
Shoot up elegance in the streets like Roze
Made my info look tight 'cause I'm on
Hype, my brother, ride a llama
Going up on TV and they carrying the luggage
Red pills all over my face
Swerve, hey
And they getting hypothermia
Cactus, no Utopia, cold like sea food
Attention to my review
Days before days, I'm on an island sitting all alone
Patrick Mahomes, gay Billy Jean
Black Eminem, enter to heaven
I'm a G, til' I OD— no, no, this is cut, see
The problem is that my workers are no players
Dumb bank savers, dumb lake Lakers
Refrain: Pat L
Holy feet, holy shit, ah
Chorus: Pat L
Way back then
We were dumb
Oh, my God
Where we come
Where we from
Verse 6: Kira Johnston
Dancing snakes on a motherfucking plane
You can love it, you can hate it, where's The motherfucking Game?
Georgia dripping on my faucet like I'm Carti with the hoes
Like Shaboozey, I'm so tipsy, you can fought it like a boss
We the shit, fuck a bitch
I'm mama when I kiss
Like a pornstar girl, she got booty and that pussy
Come around, digital
Baby, this is getting hot
Pull up on the scene, we can make it clean
You can make it better, SSB forever
Kira got swag like Tony on the seller
Interlude: SouljaDatAP
Guys, this shit is gonna be fire
Like, literally fire
Now, like, listen
You need to look and listen to this
Yeah, uh, go
Outro: SouljaDatAP
You need to fucking look at my execution
Sorry for the hate, man, get my team a few funds
Buck fifty, this cop better cop a duck, sixty
Why you so mad about it? Get yourself a break
Don't call me a loser, 'cause I'm the easiest
Homies got shit to do, this is no previous
I found that you was a snitch
Up to no good, you lil' punk-ass bitch
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