Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul - Back Then lyrics

I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now i'm off half a bean
It's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now i'm off half a bean
It's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now i'm off half a bean
It's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now

She looks hot so i need that bop
If you can understand my language
A dollar might fuck your main bitch
I fuck a main bitch ain't got no main bitch
That was back then
No disrespect to none of them
Cause what i learned from all of em'
Is that everything comes to an end
So I'mma party to the end, can i finish
Counting ends
I don't drive but I'm in a Benz
She don't lie 'less she with her man
She don't smoke, but she roll my dope
I don't licky lick, she knows that's a joke
She suck dick off impulse
That's 69 if you can't divide
I wasn't great in algebra
But i can talk you out ya bra
Take you places you can't see
With just two eyeballs (Three Eyes)
I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one
Long-term, tre piece
But this will be my fifth run
Harry fraudulent on the beat I
Beat Up that's my word
Action Bronson got the weed, I need
I didn't have to pee

WHere your nigga at Homegirl, He ain’t sHit
I’m ballin' man
Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch
I’m ballin' man
Sacked out blacked out racked out
I’m ballin' man
EverywHere i go gotta Have a Ho
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
Dollar after dollar, deja vu, bitch
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
I’m ballin' man, i’m ballin'
Man, i’m a baller, man
Hit Her one time don’t call her, man

Back then
Way back then you’d have thought I had sense
That’s ‘cause you ain’t know what I had since
Ask Q, I’m gettin' boobs too
Dude don’t call me BMF
I’m spinning every dough I get
Old marijuana by the zippy
Chicken Fetuccine Alfredo
Teenagers of promethazine
Codeine, that’s 16 and lean
Keep that on the low, I’m talking too much
I had two eatables
Pour up a foe for soul, I’m doing incredible
Considering my schedule
BET Music Matters, if it don’t, it pay
Though show ‘em the sing, that top dog
Should’ve signed a page row
Grade A though you keep coming
Just keep coming

Back Then, way back when
I was broke as Bruh Man
Nigga my time is coming, look what i done did
Swag on 300, TDE we ballin' man
Inside the game, ain't too much change, I
Told y'all I been gone insane, but that was
Back Then, way back when
Back Then, way back when
Back Then, way back when
Look what i done did