Way Back - DYL

It’s getting late

When you hit me and you say you’re on the way

You’re the only reason I’m awake

Light the blunt when I see Uber at the gate

I been waitin for you waitin thru the night

Look amazing when you step into the light

Baby tell me bout the things that you would like

Always told you that you were my type

I been waitin for the day to fuck you right

And the day’s right now ay

I can’t fail

I’m about my dollar bills

Got my bands up

Now she wanna chill

She spent her 20s in the hills poppin pills

Way back

I got the energy I know you feel that

I see your bitch is lookin at me so I steal that

Could make a hunnit million dollars and I’d still rap

I count my money by the back, Crypto Rich I’m stacking sats

I’m in Philly poppin tags, I dont buy that bitch a bag

I let that bitch pick my swag, I’m too focused on the sats

Spend a mil then make it back, I’m Houdini in the trap

Boy you need to lap before I slap in ya face

You keep on talkin get it poppin we On Fire anyway

Don’t wanna end up at your funeral with violins playing

But still I’d pull up in a Bently with diamond chain

Head to my bank ooh, ay big bank roll

Told my brother that I’d put him on the payroll

I told my momma not to worry cuz I’m paid so

I treat my bitch just like an angel with no halo

I Steven Starr eat with the clique

She treat me she don’t gimme lip

Dat pussy so wet with the drip

I cum in a minute and dip

I take that bitch right to Love Park

She told me it’s cold and it’s dark

I told that bitch don’t even start

She gimme that head call it Bart

And the day’s right now ay

I can’t fail

I’m about my dollar bills

Got my bands up

Now she wanna chill

She spent her 20s in the hills poppin pills

Way back

I got the energy I know you feel that

I see your bitch is lookin at me so I steal that

Could make a hunnit million dollars and I’d still rap

I tell my bitch we gotta bottle pop ay

That pussy sweet like Baby Bottle Pop ay

I tell my bitch that I done thought a lot ay

Said I’m too rich it’s time to drop the top ay

Swerve in my coup I’m in my lane

Custom fit my diamond chain

Told your bitch her man is lame

Smoking kush to keep me sane

It’s getting late

When you hit me and you say you’re on the way

You’re the only reason I’m awake

Light the blunt when I see Uber at the gate

I been waitin for you waitin thru the night

Look amazing when you step into the light

Baby tell me bout the things that you would like

Always told you that you were my type

I been waitin for the day to fuck you right

And the day’s right now ay

I can’t fail

I’m about my dollar bills

Got my bands up

Now she wanna chill

She spent her 20s in the hills poppin pills

Way back

I got the energy I know you feel that

I see your bitch is lookin at me so I steal that

Could make a hunnit million dollars and I’d still rap