Bring It Bak - Robb Bank$

Yeah, we spillin' on them niggas for real, yadigg

Tuh

Rich, spillin' that shit on 'em

Hap-hap-hap-happy

Nah mean?

Hap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?

Drippin' on them pussy niggas, really though

Shoot a nigga then I take a video

Pussy Hulk Smash’d, now it look like Cheerios

Nigga, I’m in that Hellcat, backseat, eatin' cereal

Redbone, dig, cutthroat, dig

Dope boy magic, drove

My family never rattin', I’m the last Don

Mafioso in this bitch, I told 'em get low

I got a whole band of crooks for a broke hoe

Know Phone finna go and get some toto and get the dome

Never did no drive-by, they in slow-mo, I just walk up

Nigga, I’ma make sure those crackers don’t find you, call it chalk dust

Yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain’t nothin' new

You see I fucked a witch, I tried to hitch, gave her a broom

Talked to God today about the plan, he told on you

Show my dick on IG, I’ma need a super zoom (SSET)

Don’t drink Tech, no IT, I could teach you what I do (did that)

Fucked a bitch in Portland, the next day, I caught the flu

I drink syrup when it get boring, it ain’t never nothing new

I ain’t sleep, I’m never snorin', I check on my opps way more than you, uh

Bring your ass back

Bring your ass back

Bring your ass back

Bring your ass back

I think I might be happy

Girl, bring it back

Shake it for a stack

Walkin' with the MAC

Push your shit back

We them niggas poppin'

We them niggas on it

We them niggas wildin'

We just Lead, they follow

My hoes in Armani

That’s how you identify 'em

Nigga, we the SSET Almighty

Y’all them niggas droppin'

Top off the Benz, left with your friend

Her tract ain’t sewed in, blew off in the wind

Phone off the Xan, they sleep on me again

Nikki rub my back and she got stabbed

These niggas part time traitors and full time haters

I don’t know where they do that at

Say they pullin' up on you, but you know they on foot, Barney Rubble

So you know I had to scream «Free Bam»

My clip bubble when it’s 93 degrees like fuck it

I ain’t finna compromise my fit

Duct tape your momma, lil nigga, you don’t want no trouble

But I gotta break off my wrist

What you sayin'?

We the gang

Sendin' hits, we ain’t come to play

Bitch, you a trick, I let you buy my main

Pimpin', bitch, raise up your cup, mane

Dig

Bring your ass back

Bring your ass back

Girl, bring it back

Shake it for a stack

Walkin' with the MAC

Push your shit back

We them niggas poppin'

We them niggas, yeah

We them niggas

We them niggas droppin'

We them niggas poppin'

We them niggas droppin'

We them niggas poppin'

We them niggas droppin'

Drop, drop