YG, Schoolboy Q - Back To The Bay lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[YG, Schoolboy Q - Back To The Bay lyrics]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
-Put the gun away, nigga
-Can we have one night where there
Ain't no fightin' nobody gets shot?
-Shut up, bitch!
I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if
She did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you
Bitch you been a rat
I don't got money problems
I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is
With the two pistols see YG Live
Get tickets as low as $28
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram
Hot damn hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli
Man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard
Wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying
Off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
Rest in peace to my safe
-Put the gun away, nigga
-Can we have one night where there
Ain't no fightin' nobody gets shot?
-Shut up, bitch!
I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if
She did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you
Bitch you been a rat
I don't got money problems
I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is
With the two pistols see YG Live
Get tickets as low as $28
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram
Hot damn hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli
Man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard
Wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying
Off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe