DJ L Beats - A Year Ago lyrics

[Hook: Lil Bibby] Just a year ago I was stuck off in a slump I was broke, I ain't have nothin I came from the bottom that's why I stunt That's why I stunt, that's why I stunt Might go broke, ion give a f** Pop a pill, that turn a n***a up Catch me in the club might throw a few bucks See me in the streets, n***as know what's up Still throwin my set, that's where I'm from I ain't worried bout nun, rollin up the blunt sh**tin on n***as that's why I stunt, that's why I stunt That's why I stunt,and my momma ain't gotta worry bout nun Ain't got ask no b**h for no money, used to be hungry now I stunt [Verse 1: Lil Herb] You might catch me in the club counting nothing but one hunneds Juvenile with cash money, I'm the number 1 stunta Foreign whips all summer, ridin tinted, gettin blunted And they all different colors, so you never see me comin And the reason I be stuntin, is cuz I'm used to havin nothing Schooling housing by the public, now them thousands ain't a subject I put money first, trapping all summer call it sunny work Went from rags to riches pullin b**hes with a bummy shirt Now the city sayin I'm the man in the streets Going hard for the squad, throwing bands in the streets I might go broke, but you know just how that go If I go broke then a n***a getting poked n***a don't go then a n***a gettin smoked Watch I get ghost, like a n***a didn't blow Make the police think a n***a didn't know, like a n***a didn't know f** the po po, if I had Court then a n***a didn't go Had to see a PO, then a n***a didn't show 750 cost ten like I'm in a 6 4 I ain't trippin on a ho I'm too busy gettin dough Same n***a by the sto, posted up, me and bro Just roll up the dope, thinking bout a year ago [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Herb] Winter time I super grind, summer time we stay awake I'm up early, whipping up the pies like Aunt Shirley Rollin the loud make the blunt pearly, catch me on the 8 ? f** the jakes, you get stretched for the cake b**hes know the deal we can't chase erday, we just s** we don't date Skeet her chest and her face, I flex on them hoes f** like twice then I next on them hoes Only want a night worth of s** from them hoes Don't wanna FaceTime or chat with them hoes I'm sprinting to them stacks, imma hit you right back Trap full of white made (?) look black Pull up in that thang with the ceiling pushed back Riding by myself, but if you pull up on the side you can look at this mac Remember I used to look at them n***as way back Remember I used to rock the huaraches with the strap Remember I didn't know how to fill a kinda stack But now I'm that n***a and all I do is count em back Yeah, and that's why I stunt I ain't worried bout nun I do what I want I ain't gotta trick on b**hes cuz they wanna f** I'm just chillin countin digits, and I'm smokin blunts, c money rollin up And if we pull up on a n***a then he betta duck Cuz we got hollows in the semi you gone need some luck My shooters on it, they ain't stopping till they see him drop Cuz when a n***a k** yo homie you don't give a f** In the field for my homies we gone send it up I'm off a hitta for Roc R.I.P. free my n***as off the Remy's and Jocs Used to ridin hot cars, now my sh** off the lot Just to sit on the block [Hook]