Ain’t Coming Back (KKK) lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
n*gga talking about ad-libs, he ain't know nun’
Aight, uh, ya' dig? (Hahahaha)
Uh, ya' dig? (This n*gga f*cked)
b*tch, I’m in London (Ayy, hahaha)
f*ck is you texting me for? (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, f*ck what you claim, b*tch, we on top (n*gga, f*ck you)
Rollie on my wrist, n*gga, just watch (Gang, gang, gang, uh-huh)
Uh, working like a b*tch, n*gga, non-stop (Huh, ya dig?)
.40 aiming at a b*tch, n*gga, get popped (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, b*tch I'm from Chicago, where they gunshot (I'm from Chicago, b*tch)
I got arrested, go look at my mugshot, uh-huh (b*tch)
Uh, a convicted felon, I don't give a f*ck (Uh-huh)
Uh, I'm a convicted felon, I don't give a f*ck (Uh-huh)
Rockstar from the trap, Glock on my lap, yeah (Ya' dig?)
Run this sh*t just like a lap, then I run it back, yeah (Ya' dig?)
Bad b*tch on my lap, I’m a f*cking crack, yeah (Smash)
At your mom up in the trap, doing f*ckin’ crack, yeah (What? What? What?)
I water whip in the kitchen, I don't give a f*ck about n*ggas or b*tches, ayy (Uh-huh)
You is a b*tch n*gga, really, ayy (Uh)
You should just keep your distance, ayy (Uh-huh)
Lil’ b*tch, why you trippin'? Ayy (Why?)
f*ck yo' b*tch, she miss me, ayy (Yeah)
Suck on my di*k, no hickey, ayy (Yeah)
Taylor gun on me, it's Swifty, ayy (Uh-huh, grrah)
[Chorus]
I switch up
I take the Perc’ with the liquor (Motherf*ckin' liquor, ya' dig?)
I feel like I'm with the KKK
'Cause I do not f*ck with these n*ggas (I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, ya' dig?)
Uh, I switch up (Uh)
I take the Perc' with the liquor (Perc' with the liquor, uh-huh)
I feel like the KKK, okay
'Cause I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (f*ck with these n*ggas, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Mhm, Southside on the track (Yeah, Southside, ya' dig?)
.40 on my hip (Yeah, guns, ya' dig?)
Leave your mouth wide when it clap (Grrah)
Talkin' all that sh*t (Why?), but you can't back it up (Uh-uh)
Remember' doing drive-bys in that four-door Acura (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, for real, grrah)
b*tches told me they say they want me, they be acting up (For real, yeah)
Kicked my lil' b*tch out of my life, I told her to pack up (I told her to chill)
If I wasn't rapping and making these millions, I'm flipping the pack (Flippin' for real)
R.I.P. to my bro, I wish I can get him back, yeah (R.I.P. to him, for real)
I done left America, ain't coming back there (Ain't comin' back to that b*tch, for real)
Not without my bag (Uh, yeah, for real), I been in my bag (Uh, yeah, for real)
Left America, and I ain't coming back, yeah (Uh, for real)
Not without my bag (Uh-huh, yeah, for real), yeah, I been in my bag, for real (Yeah, I be in my bag)

[Chorus]
I switch up (Switch)
I take the Perc' with the liquor (Perc' with the liq', Perc')
I feel like I'm with the KKK (Yeah)
'Cause I do not f*ck with these n*ggas (I don't f*ck with these n*ggas)
Uh, I switch up
I take the Perc' with the liquor (Perc' with the liquor)
I feel like the KKK, okay (Yeah)
'Cause I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (I don't f*ck with these n*ggas)
[Verse 3]
I do not f*ck with these n*ggas (Uh-uh)
She finna f*ck on a n*gga, ayy (Uh-uh)
She finna suck on a n*gga (Uh-huh)
After that, nun' to do with her, ayy
I take the perc' with the liquor (I do)
I put in work with the liquor (Uh-huh)
That sh*t a poisonous mixture (Yeah, yeah), I guess I'm just a poisonous n*gga from the projects
Uh, run up on me, I put you up in prospect (Uh-huh, grrah)
Click, clack, grrah, I just explained the f*cking process, uh-huh (Uh)
How do you like that? (How?)
That b*tch a eat, eat, so, why would you wife that? (Why?)
We ran a train on her, tryna get her back on the right track (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Your mom say she love it when I serve her the right crack (Uh, uh, uh, chill)
Huh, juiced up n*gga, no 2Pac (Uh)
Run up on me, I got two gats (Grrah)
Hit you in the face, like get back (Uh, let's go)

[Bridge]
I take the Perc' with the liquor (Let's go)
I feel like the KKK, though (Let's go)
'Cause I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (Uh-uh, let's go)
Uh-huh, I take the Perc' with the liquor (Let's go)
I feel like the KKK (Let's go)
'Cause I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (b*tch)
[Outro]
Ya' dig? Ya' dig?
Ya' dig? Oh, ya' dig?
Juice WRLD and LordPhazer in this b*tch
Uh, uh, b*tch