Bring it Back ft. RonnieShotz Lyrics

Bitch, stop playin', lock that door

Ayy

Bitch, stop playin', lock that door

Them niggas know the low

Can't fall for no backdoor

I know how that shit go

Bitch, you know we ONO

This shit up in my soul

This press im finna the roll

Shit wack, can't pass no mo'

Gas really whack, no joke

Gas really whack, feel slow

The russian is stale still rolled

Pint in my hand still gone

Baby, she on that she think I'm a addict

OD off pill, nigga death wasnt tragedy

Keep me a ten, I ain't talkin' the best

Pop me a pill and this shit everlasting

Yeah

I need lean pour a dose up

VR hit make it seem like it's closer

Sippin' on wild, like this shit was Cicola

Smokin' on gas, I don't got no Ebola

Roll in a Benz what the fuck is a Rover

See the red beam, ain't pullin' you over

I already told you, look over your shoulder

Yeah

I'm finna shine like I was a star

Gave him a hook like I was Jabbar

I'm with your bitch and we makin' it far

Just like it's golf, cause we go for the par

Give me a zip and I'm rollin' it all

Mortal Kombat, how I aim for the jaw

Yeah, yeah

Kp been player with bitches got plenty

Big ass bitch, she built like a semi

Cup full of wok and a bottle of Henny

Squad full of spirit I'm popping lil Kenny

Bullet gon' fly through your window

Only thing poppin' was niggas like pimples

Swervin' in stoley just like it's a rental

Hold up

Now bring it back

Pass me my gas and I rollup a back

Mad as the fuck, cause your bitch tryna match

Broke as the fuck and ain't chasin' a bag

Only thing runnin' is blues

Cops on the lookout, ain't lookin' for clues

Pack ' the two and I'm bringin' the juice

Niggas been demons, ain't talkin' bout dudes

Yeah

We like to slide in the all-white Beamer

Bury her damn and these niggas like beavers

Thumbs up the nigga cause they some believers

Don't need a trophy to be an achiever

Death to these niggas, they lookin' like Reaper

How was y'all pussy but we was the seekers

Pop up out the cut like my gun was the peaker

Woo, woo

Yeah, I'm high as hell now

Need a pint, gon' pour me up

Sippin' till the lean gone

Hate when that smoke go right to your gut

Had me feelin' I'm on some

I can't give no bitch no trust

I just like to play along

Huh hmm hmm

Feeling like Roman, the way she acknowledge me

Never need no one, my mama be proud of me

I'm kickin' this hoe out cause she do astrology

Pop me a Perky it's bringin' me up

Double cup on me, it's bringin' me down

High as the fuck, nigga roll me a pound

Dive in that water, that nigga might drown

Hawk em I feel like a cheetah

All of these sticks like the cameras from cheaters

Off with the bitch and I never had need her

Off with your neck ain't no time to go please her

Hold up a minute, finna take me a breather

One call away and I'm goin' to see her

I pull up, she munchin', this bitch is an eater

Chop out the pack ain't no need for a clever