Kidd Keo Flashback Lyrics

[Intro]
Back to the Future
I don't know what it's if

[Chorus]
It's been a while you'll see me running spots
They see me ballin' and they tryna say: "Wassup?"
I say: "I'm sorry, I just focus on the guap" (Sorry)
I got my family and the rest don't give a f*ck (f*ck it, f*ck it)
Spend my time going crazy on the road (Skrr, skrr, skrr!)
These bitches never knew to treat me like a boss (Boss!)
They let me down, I guess they never give me hope (All supposed)
This why I never ever-ever trusted these hoes (f*ck them all!)

[Verse]
I'm about my ex she call me tryna get me top
I said 'I'm passed, I'm on the road. I'm on the top' (Skrr, skrr!)
If you say "bye", then tell me why you looking back (Why?)
You broke my heart, don't tell me that you're coming back
Now I'm flex-flex, now I'm living fast-fast (Skr!)
This could be us but you were looking something better (Woah)
f*ck the people, I don't need 'em, now I'm better
All these bitches twerking 'cause our money father
Ahora estoy ballin' mami sólo pienso en mí
Y tú estás broke y todo te recuerda al Kidd
¿Cómo pudiste? si yo sí que era pa' ti (Oh, god!)
La última vez que tú va joder con un G (G, G!)
You know ain't nobody better than me (Prrr) You thought you was gonna live the movie (Brrr)
Oh, gal, you and me, and you ain't groovy
And all my bitches now they love me like you do it

[Chorus]
It's been a while you'll see me running spots
They see me ballin' and they tryna say: "Wassup?"
I say: "I'm sorry, I just focus on the guap" (Sorry)
I got my family and the rest don't give a f*ck (f*ck, f*ck)
Spend my time going crazy on the road (Skrr, skrr, skrr!)
This bitches never knew to treat me like a boss (Boss)
They let me down, I guess they never give me hope (All supposed)
This why I never ever-ever trusted these hoes (f*ck them all)

[Outro]
These fama dogs they be pull it on the block (On the block)
I swear my broda 'I'mma take you out the block' (Gang)
I guess some demons 'cause I grew up on the dark (On the dark)
Yo nací roto pero tenía que brillar (Brrr)
I got the choppa-choppa on the trace spot (Prr, prr!)
I grab my hair, I put it on the cash box
Don't hit my line now I'm chasing on my path
I wanna love you but I'm married with the cash
I wanna love you but I'm married with the cash
I wanna love you but I'm married with the cash
Now that you are coming back
I wanna love you but I'm married with the cash