Bring it back Lyrics

They telling me I shouldn't have watched it and I will be shit like I give a shit

If you don't fuck with me, I better not speak

If you're in love with me, I better don't link

Remember me, my homies are trolling, that's just hating leaks

You bloodsuckers like antiques, on my own bitch I never wait for no fucking tip

In the room you're high on acid, making us feel like we on trip

Getting higher and higher, here I pop a pill then wait for peak

Hoping I don't lose the grip, hold her down homie we don't sleep

She knows I got the drip, wanted to fuck her both of lips

She lies but not her hips, calling short with the empty clips

I never had no fucking friendly clique

If you wanna slide homie, we gonna slide in the jit

Everything we have is fucking legit, you know

Bring me back, yeah bring me back

Bring me facts, yeah bring me bags

Bring me facts, yeah bring me bags

Bring her to trap then let me grab, she let me grab, she let me tap

I don't back for things I don't have

I don't back, no I don't lack

I just wanna rap but if you wanna problem, we gonna have

We gonna pull up, we gonna trap

I like her bitch, she loves my tea

I pop her e, she loves to gag

I ain't claiming bitch, I ain't nobody fucking tag

Touch me, it's a fucking wrap

Ooh, you touch me, that's a fucking cap

Do it once, homie, I don't fucking lack

I don't fucking lapse

I don't fucking lap

I don't fucking fap

When I got you bitch, your tongue fucking holding fucking sex

Can't even know what I got

She a thot, never bought

Bitch, I knew what I got

She wanna play, she wanna slay

Now I move like her hips

Bring me back, yeah bring me back

Bring me facts, yeah bring me bags

Bring me facts, yeah bring me bags

Bring me back, yeah bring me back

I don't tap, no I don't tap

Yeah, winning game, yeah that's some rap

You wanna talk, bruh

Yeah, what you want

Necklocking, bruh

Let me slap

If you don't fuck with me, I better don't speak

If you in love with me, I better don't leak

Remember me, my homies are rolling dice and spitting leaks

You blood suckers like antiques

On my own, bitch, I never wait for no fucking tip

In my room, yeah high on acid

Making us feel like we on a trip

Getting higher and higher, yeah

Pop a pill, then wait for peak

Hoping I don't lose the grip

All bottled down, homie, we don't sip

Now we don't ship, homie, we don't sip

Turn it right in this motherfucker, you know

O-6-O-2-O-2-Bang, homie