Letra Back to the Future par UnoTheActivist

(Raybands)
Yeah
Take a sip now we back to the—
Take a sip now we back to the future (Future)
Yeah, uh
Take a sip now we back to the—
Take a sip now we back to the—
Take a sip now we back to the future

I'm a real n***a, when I get bands, I gotta break bread, show love to my shooter
Model b*t*hes toppin' me in back of the Uber
You not her type, that bih' know you a loser
I get inside it, I'm making it looser
My bro got Wock', he fin' pour him a deuce up
I hit yo' b*t*h and l'm chucking the dеuces
Foreign so fast I go back to the futurе

If you wife my ex, then you stuck in my past
Yeah, we made some movies, I swear that sh*t cla**ic
Show her how to sell work, how to vacuum that plastic
How to make that sh*t stretch like it's mixed with elastic
Took her on getaways, now she can't get away
She know I'm better than you, n***a, any day
Really, I ended up in this place today
Nah, I ain't here to stay
Got get back to the present
My new b*t*h say she in love with my presence
When I hit from the back
She know I'm making her run like I'm Revrun
She gone do what I say, shorty treat me like the reverend
Treat my life like a game, but I'm rolling
7/11
I'm a real n***a, when I get bands, I gotta break bread, show love to my shooter
Model b*t*hes toppin' me in back of the Uber
You not her type, that bih' know you a loser
I get inside it, I'm making it looser
My bro got Wock', he fin' pour him a deuce up
I hit yo' b*t*h and l'm chucking the deuces
Foreign so fast I go back to the future

All of you hoes gon' get left in my past
All of you hoes gon' get left in my past
I'ma hop out, then sit on my bag

I'm blasting off to the future
I got a four, bulldog it bite you, it leave that lil' n***a with bruises
I need her naked, c*m on me now, she poppin' a Perc', it's a dooly
Baby told me that I'm gettin her wet, she got her toes inside the jacuzzi
My choppa wetter than—
My choppa wetter than coochie
No, I'm not Future but I f**ked your ho in some flip flops that's made by Gucci
Yeah, I may cheat on you, but if you cheat on me, I'ma make sure you gon' loose me
Baby don't test me don't use me
Baby just flex and act bougie
But don't you ever—
(Take a sip now we back to the future)
I'm a real n***a, when I get bands, I gotta break bread, show love to my shooter
Model b*t*hes toppin' me in back of the Uber
You not her type, that bih' know you a loser
I get inside it, I'm making it looser
My bro got Wock', he fin' pour him a deuce up
I hit yo' b*t*h and l'm chucking the deuces
Foreign so fast I go back to the future