Back 2 The Bottom Lyrics – Finesse2Tymes

[Intro]
(Pop go crazy for this motherfu*ker)

[Verse]
Hold up
The fu*k you judging me, like you the one up (Huh)
Family making posters, jealous, gossiping about my come up
Remember Ricky this and Ricky that, nah I ain’t the same (Nah)
Got out the feds humble and they called a n!gga lame (What?)
S*it a shame, but I charged that s*it to the game (I did)
Had to cut Big A, tried to sell (??) and my chain (What?)
Man (Man) Fu*k it (Fu*k it)

I told her that I loved her, I’m a (??)
Trust me (Trust me)
This ain’t no regular Glock, boy this a button
I’m blessed, n!gga don’t never call me lucky (Don’t do that)
B!tches wearing wigs, got the nerve to call me ugly (B!tch)
Got on Adderall’s and hit the gym, now I’m husky
N!ggas say what they gon’ do
Ain’t nan n!gga touch me
‘Cause they know, (They know)
If I get caught with this, they won’t see me ’til I’m 64 (Oh)
My cousin went against me for some n!ggas, he a ho (A ho)
My brother went against me for some fame, he a ho (A ho)
Just thought I’d let ’em know, I want smoke (B!tch)
Tried to keep this s*it peaceful
Mistake my kindness for weakness
My bottom b!tch keeping secrets
I’m acting like I don’t know
I’m gangster, don’t need no n!gga
I’m by myself at the show (The show)
And I shoot back to feel war
I’m trapping and watching bro (I’m trapping)
I’m tired of biting my tongue, that s*it hurt (It hurt)
They throw across and act like it was me
That make it worse
Everybody ungrateful, don’t nobody give a fu*k (A fu*k)

The best thing I can say is stay lowkey and run it up (Run it up)
‘Cause you go back to the bottom, (Bottom)
Ain’t no jewelry, ain’t no models (Models)
Ain’t no clubs, ain’t no bottles (Bottles)
Back to murderers and robbers
‘Cause you go back to the bottom, (Bottom)
Ain’t no jewelry, ain’t no models (Models)
Ain’t no clubs, ain’t no bottles (Bottles)
Back to murderers and robbers

[Outro]
You know what I’m saying?
Aye
You know what I’m saying? Like
I’ve been, I’ve been, I’ve been patient for a long motherfu*king time, right?
I’ve been humble for a long motherfu*king time, right?
And uh
I really don’t give a fu*k about crashing out right about now
You know what I’m saying?
Aye
Keep my motherfu*king name out your mouth, my n!gga
If you ain’t ready to die or go to jail, n!gga
Aye
I know my kids good, n!gga, all I got
Yeah
Stand on neck, n!gga
Fu*k you talking about?
B!tch