Flash Back

(album: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)

Lah
Aye

You sell dope out the backpack
Skateboard home with a fat sack
No homework, but I have racks
X ain't my cousin, but I had a pack
I ain't had a car but I had wacks
If you wanna pickup nigga, hit me on my Snapchat
Only reason I be on my Snapchat cause a nigga snitching on the police on my phone tab
That's a flashback
School of Rock but I'm never talking Jack Black
Fourteen bands in my pocket going bands sack
Used to ride the bus now I'm riding in a Blackjack
New [?] plus I got an extended mag pack
Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that
Huh, nigga you ain't never had that
Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that
High school, selling dope I was balling
Ten bands, but no witch I was walking
Got home, drinking tap out the faucet
Ten mans in my pocket...

Joey Trap's daddy
Came from a little I wanted a lot
Looking back at it I did what I want
[?] what I just got
Twenty years old, twenty bands in my sock
Used to be hungry, was riding a bike
Now I go eat what I like
Roaring Ford, I run a red light
I used to pour up the lean in the Sprite
Bitch, uh
Now my Gucci look so clean
My belt look so Burberry
My bitch chest up on my jeans
My new whip pulled up, so clean
Got some killers in my gang
Young rich niggas I don't bang
Why my bands don't like to sang
Release the keys with the Glock
Used to drink beer on the block
Thirties and forties a pop
Hindsight, twenty-twenty
Bands is on me at the Fendi
I just pulled up in a Bentley

You sell dope out the backpack
Skateboard home with a fat sack
No homework but I have racks
X ain't my cousin but I had a pack
I ain't had a car but I had wacks
If you wanna pickup nigga hit me on my Snapchat
Only reason I be on my Snapchat cus a nigga snitching on the police on my phone tab
That's a flashback
School of Rock but I'm never talking Jack Black
Fourteen bands in my pocket going bands sack
Used to ride the bus now I'm riding in a Blackjack
New [?] plus I got an extended mag pack
Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that
Huh, nigga you ain't never had that
Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that
High school, selling dope I was balling
Ten bands, but no witch I was walking
Got home, drinking tap out the faucet
Ten mans in my pocket, they haunted