Goin Back 2 Ella lyrics

[Intro]
I just hit NY
And you know I was on a private jet flight
Going back to LA, going back to LA, yeah
Yeah, yeah, finna go hit LA
Finna call my twizz up, yeah
Finna go back to re-up, yeah
Finna go back (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Going back to LA
b*tch, I'm going back to LA
I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to LA, going back to LA (Going back to LA)
Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to LA (Going back to LA, yeah)
I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper
Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun (Boot up, yeah)
I hit the double R dealership
I got a Rolls Royce umbrella, yeah, bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it
High with the gods, then I'm up 'til infinity
Yeah, Maison Margiela that b*tch, I went and put paint on her face
All of my twizzies been running this sh*t the f*ck up every day, they can't keep up the pace (Run it up)
I'm in a mansion by myself (Yeah, yeah)
And the cologne came from YSL (Yeah, ow)
f*cking this b*tch up in any room, she can't contain herself (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, b*tch, you know what's going on (Yeah)
Uh, b*tch, you know who going up (Uh-huh)
Yeah, all my brothers know it's up
Yeah, b*tch, I always run it up (Ayo)
Yeah, b*tch, all that ain't nothing to us (Nothing to us)
b*tch, all I do is run it up (Woo)
Yeah, b*tch, I took the coupe to the telly and valet
b*tch, I came out the beast like I'm in Belly
All of my diamonds is flawless
I left the bank, I ain't make no deposit
You would've thought my twizzy went off his mop pulling up with a 5.56 (Yeah, woo)
And you would've thought I would've been the one that died, but the gun got the tits on it (Tits)
I only rap 'bout the sh*t that I do, I live
I sip on the Wock', I don't sip on no Pibb (Yeah)
I can't even say that they fell off 'cause they ain't even get on (Yeah)
Yeah, they wanna sit back and talk they sh*t, they don't got nothing to p*ss on (Nothing at all)
Called up Eliantte, canary diamonds, all them p*ssed on (Brrt, brrt)
Called up my wrists and told 'em I'm finna put a hundred thousand on 'em
Yeah, my AP speaking in French, that b*tch got baguettes on it (Yeah, oui)
I ain't rocking no twenties, no fifties, no old hundreds, yeah, new blue hundreds, yeah, all that's on me (No)
I done lost my grills, called the tooth fairy up and took a loss on it (Took a lil' L)
Yeah, I ain't in no telly, I'm in the belly, in Corvette, let's floor the gas now (Ride out)
Who is your brodie? Why they capping 'bout they rapping? They ain't even live 'bout (Cap 'bout)
Yeah, I been doing this sh*t for so damn long, I done learned everything (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Going back to LA
Yeah, b*tch, I'm going back to LA
I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to LA, going back to LA (Going back to LA)
Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to LA (Going back to LA, yeah)
I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper
Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun (Boot up, yeah)
I hit the double R dealership
I got a Rolls Royce umbrella, yeah, bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it
High with the gods, then I'm up 'til infinity
Yeah, Maison Margiela that b*tch, I went and put paint on her face
All of my twizzies been running this sh*t the f*ck up every day, they can't keep up the pace (Run it up)
I'm in a mansion by myself (Yeah, yeah)
And the cologne came from YSL (Yeah, ow)
f*cking this b*tch up in any room, she can't contain herself (Yeah)