Throwbackthursday by LAMB$ Lyrics

[Intro]
(A hundred)
Ayy, Insomniac, word
Yeah, count up
Tell ya

[Chorus]
It must be throwback Thursday
How you postin' all them old ass pics (Old ass pics)
I don't care about them racks you had a year ago (Nope)
I don't care about them old ass trips (Yeah, yeah)
Me and gang never runnin' out of money (No, we not)
We could come in and buy your bitch (Buy that bitch)
Why you never tag your jeweler on Instagram? (Why?)
Where that watch come from? Them diamonds don't dance

[Verse]
These niggas runnin' out of money tryna keep up (Keep up)
Tryna compete with some niggas who don't give a fuck
You'll sneak diss, then see me, he ain't speak up (Spеak up)
Saw some fake sips, tell your boy it was all cut (All cut, yеah)
Racks in the basement, I'm tryna get a drop top (Skrrt)
I just sent your bitch my number 'cause I want some new top
Clutchin' on my pistol, you ain't takin' nothin' from me (Nah)
I could cash you out, I don't need a nigga to come and front me (No, sir)
Gang spent a whole ten in the strip club (Damn)
How the fuck you get exposed from stealin' at the strip club? (How?)
Niggas seen you on camera pickin' tips up
Nigga tried to get a handshake but he not one of us (No)
[Chorus]
It must be throwback Thursday (Pussy)
How you postin' all them old ass pics (Lame)
I don't care about them racks you had a year ago
I don't care about them old ass trips (Nope)
Me and gang never runnin' out of money (No, we not)
We could come in and buy your bitch
Why you never tag your jeweler on Instagram? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Where that watch come from? Them diamonds don't dance (Ayy, ayy, ayy)