Right Back lyrics

by

Rell Vert



[Intro]
Ayy, Rell, come pour me up (Yeah)
Just like that, my n*gga, Slick
Jacc, you know how the f*ck we rockin'
(This sh*t gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Gang sh*t
(Thank you Timmy Boy) Ayy

[Chorus]
n*gga be doin' that trollin' online, but his dog, he can't get his life back
Glizzy just took him a Gen, they callin' my phone, ask, can I get a pipe back?
And he got hit with a ten, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My b*tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
They wanna woof, but I ain't finna type back
Took that L, what we do? Come right back
Give a n*gga shells, no time to fight back (Brrt)
Free foenem out the cell, sh*t crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of thе Scat Pack
f*ck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Gеt a n*gga gone just off like one text
Love your b*tch 'cause she got good neck

[Verse]
Only gon' f*ck if she got good sex
'Raq on fire, man, foenem up next
Know you was hurt when you saw them stretched
I don't f*ck with snakes, the last was a good pack (Damn)
We got back, last opp got gift wrapped (Back)
They diss me, but I ain't finna diss back (Diss back)
Throwing my block, seven-nine, I'm with that (I'm with it)
I ain't finna talk, kill a n*gga, no chit-chat
Laughing at the opps, f*ck them, better get back
f*cked her friend, now that b*tch big mad
Get in the field, you scared with your b*tch ass
I got some money, got my opps big mad
b*tch gon' f*ck when you broke, that sh*t sad
Ten milli' Glock got a beam, call it Christmas (Damn)
Like NFL, me and foenem hit sh*t
He was lackin', got hit with a hit stick
Call my dogs, man, foenem sick sh*t (Brrt)
I love that Drac', that's my lil' big b*tch
When I'm with her, she's spit and kiss sh*t (Mwah)
We got the bowls and folks in the kitchen (Yeah)
b*tch hold a lil' load, from the hoes don't mix sh*t (Damn)
He died with his gun, he gone, they miss him (Damn)
He tried to run, he shot, they clipped him (Come here)
f*ck my opps, still smoke on Clifton (Come here, where you goin'? Come here)
[Chorus]
n*gga be doin' that trollin' online, but his dog, he can't get his life back
Glizzy just took him a Gen, they callin' my phone, ask, can I get a pipe back?
And he got hit with a ten, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My b*tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
They wanna woof, but I ain't finna type back
Took that L, what we do? Come right back
Give a n*gga shells, no time to fight back (Brrt)
Free foenem out the cell, sh*t crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of the Scat Pack
f*ck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Get a n*gga gone just off like one text
Love your b*tch 'cause she got good neck
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