Back Then Prod Ja1DA by Bop Menaxe Lyrics
[Intro]
I got these blue tint diamond cuts on, man
Nah mean
Cartier, man, buffalo wood, man buffed up
Just reminiscing right here
Yeah, aye
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had the Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Verse 1]
Either way we were finna work
Ain’t no front, nigga get it out the dirt
Seen a nigga get shot down the street from the church
Nah, forreal
It’s way more killers than hustlers comin’ up out that Summerhill
And money, hit the crap game in he hood, then in the ville
Well-known in every hood, they know I really played the field
Chasin’ money, I’m chasin’ hoes, we wasn’t never sittin’ around bored
Did a lot shit in that 3 but I got my gang tight in Fourth Ward
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had that Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Post-Chorus]
Back then
Bout ten niggas sharin’ one .35
Back then
One car nigga, we all gon’ ride
Back then
If it’s up nigga, we all gon’ slide
Just like back then
[Verse 2]
All these niggas pull up when it’s time to hit the club
Where these niggas at when we was fucked up tryna catch a plug?
Fake love
I ain’t used to all these daps and all these hugs
And these nigga clique hoppin’ like the bitches in the club
The game changed
These niggas different
Kept it skeptic, I wasn’t gonna do no pain
We gotta program these niggas
They ain’t usin’ they brain
I ain’t got no memory with you niggas, so what make you gang?
It’s crazy what some of these niggas’ll do for a chain
Before the fame, it was just us
Aye, disrespect nigga it’s up
Walk with whoever, we don’t give no fuck
Nigga want money just to slide, but back then we’d go out nothing
Lord I’ll say it, Lord forever, I can tell these niggas bluffin’
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had the Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Post-Chorus]
Back then
Bout 10 niggas sharin’ one .35
Back then
One car, nigga we all gon’ ride
Back then
If it’s up nigga, we all gon’ slide
Just like back then
I got these blue tint diamond cuts on, man
Nah mean
Cartier, man, buffalo wood, man buffed up
Just reminiscing right here
Yeah, aye
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had the Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Verse 1]
Either way we were finna work
Ain’t no front, nigga get it out the dirt
Seen a nigga get shot down the street from the church
Nah, forreal
It’s way more killers than hustlers comin’ up out that Summerhill
And money, hit the crap game in he hood, then in the ville
Well-known in every hood, they know I really played the field
Chasin’ money, I’m chasin’ hoes, we wasn’t never sittin’ around bored
Did a lot shit in that 3 but I got my gang tight in Fourth Ward
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had that Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Post-Chorus]
Back then
Bout ten niggas sharin’ one .35
Back then
One car nigga, we all gon’ ride
Back then
If it’s up nigga, we all gon’ slide
Just like back then
[Verse 2]
All these niggas pull up when it’s time to hit the club
Where these niggas at when we was fucked up tryna catch a plug?
Fake love
I ain’t used to all these daps and all these hugs
And these nigga clique hoppin’ like the bitches in the club
The game changed
These niggas different
Kept it skeptic, I wasn’t gonna do no pain
We gotta program these niggas
They ain’t usin’ they brain
I ain’t got no memory with you niggas, so what make you gang?
It’s crazy what some of these niggas’ll do for a chain
Before the fame, it was just us
Aye, disrespect nigga it’s up
Walk with whoever, we don’t give no fuck
Nigga want money just to slide, but back then we’d go out nothing
Lord I’ll say it, Lord forever, I can tell these niggas bluffin’
[Chorus]
Back then
We ain’t have shit
Niggas had to hustle
We ain’t have that sack then
Niggas five deep, pulin’ up lemon
We ain’t have that black Benz
I remember Lil Poochie had the Mac-9
We ain’t own no Mac-10
Every now and then we’ll get a pack
But we kept them straps in
[Post-Chorus]
Back then
Bout 10 niggas sharin’ one .35
Back then
One car, nigga we all gon’ ride
Back then
If it’s up nigga, we all gon’ slide
Just like back then