Back In Long Beach (feat. Bruhmanegod & Cxrpse)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib

Everybody down bad, never on shit

A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip

Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch

Bitch tryna fuck, tobacco on the walls

Never thought I'd make it out, I put my back against the wall

All my opps a bunch of bitches, I know they wan' see me fall

I'm livin' happy at the end of it all

I've been up all night, ain't take a shower in days

I'm runnin' low on dope, if it's a problem we fade

Crib dirty as a bitch, still I'm gettin' paid

Livin' life with my niggas for the end of my days (uh)

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib

Everybody down bad, never on shit

A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip

Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch

Lowkey under the pressure

You couldn't get through to him, not with hundreds of lectures

Live my life, finding ways to remove all the stressors

Saw everyone dyin' off, guess it's all for the better

Dead men walk on

Hope the rest all find their ways

Trap yourself behind a lock

You pissed away, you pissed 'em off

Took your only handful and now you threw it out

Stupid, stupid child, nothing you can do about it

What you looking sad for? You got what you asked for

Shoot and hit the backboard, go get your own bag, whore

And that's for anybody wastin' their time talkin' down

Actin' really tough and now

Boy up in Dorado, you the softest cloud

Tryna be the talk of town

He lackin' now, but walk him out

The action is to stop the sound

I've been waitin' for you

I've been waitin' for you, for you

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib

Everybody down bad, never on shit

A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a whip

Spent the summertime sad, it was hotter than a bitch

I remember back in Long Beach rentin' an apartment

Tryna buy some Grabba but my niggas getting carded

Told a nigga at the smoke shop that he acting retarded

I could walk to the opp crib if I wanted

But I probably won't

You grow slower when you made out of stone, I guess

Niggas switched and now they sleep on my floor

The cold shoulder, ho, pick up the phone

I just wanna, wanna, wanna talk

Wanna talk to you

What are you afraid of, pussy? I fuck those

I've been in the alley drinkin' with cut throat

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, you hypocrite nutso

Suck my fuckin' skin off my dick and my balls

If it fit in her walls, then it brick

Tuck yo' fuckin' prick in your pants and go make up

A dance that could get you some clicks, nigga

You could be big

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib with no air condition

It's some bad conditions

And I got just what I wanted out

Moved into a crib right when I wanted out

I remember back in Long Beach, sittin' in the crib

Everybody down bad, never on shit

A nigga wanna leave, but nobody got a car

Everybody pussy while they hatin' from afar

Yeah, throwin' up a hundred times

A hundred for a hundred more, two-hundred forties

Probably about two-hundred forty get me horny

She want like two-hundred forty dollars worth of bottles she could swallow

I said: Bitch, you look like Frida Kahlo, ugh

Shoutout Frida Kahlo though, Geronimo and Dominos free delivery

I made lots of homies that can know me one minute

And change who they appear to be

Shape shift and left me, left me like Blake Griffin

Rape Riffin, fake grippin', BAPE shipment

Lame niggas came with us, ain't leave with 'em

Goin' under when the seas hit 'em

And weighin' heavy on a hard heart

Darkie likin' how the tree get 'em

Sniffin' weed out like an aardvark

I don't really wanna be settin' an example for the way that y'all are

'Cause I live percussion, I can be rhythm

But it's jammin' with 'em that's the hard part

What the fuck were you just saying?

That didn't even make any fuckin' sense

Ayy, suck my fuckin' dick