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Bring Bac Act (feat. Rio Da Yung OG)

de Rylo Rodriguez

Fed could've been a stylist you know he known to belt men
Being at my momma house finna make me turn myself in
Something wrong I'm old enough to be a dad and I told him just spin
Couldn't front him he had bad credit you need a CPN
I'm praying Scooby beat the case they got him on the quarter
Ain't heard from bra he put shut up he turned into a hoarder
Just got off trial I gave JM my props, took it to the heart
Got news from the prison he messing with that lil boy

Seen my bradda we both in the field like Shiloh and Shedeur
That Rollie plain Patek still on buss just like Rosa Parks
Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you stop their heart
Talm bout a dime a pizza, a dime a hat

And I'm smashing on the top Chevy XN
Nigga drank so much he named his kid Tristan
Told her yes ma'am but I'm not kitchen
I cut her off but I told her it was me

On the real we just was bonding funny
I'm thinking of praying to get my nigga free
I'm thinking about investing in a bonding company
I told her yell and say: Misses Mattress

Soon as I drop my album I'll be court ready
Would have put a hundred on a nigga passing
I ain't never thought of sports betting
So much love for the Wock I done name my daughter Ki Ki

Yesterday spent twelve at Repeat listening to Repeat
I just seen a nigga net worth on Wiki
I ain't used to have shit just spent two hundred on a BPE
Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles

Free my fucking baby bro we shared game consoles
Ain't no fucking pints of act around if I ain't found em
Nigga said he had a glass pint of red, why you lying
Simple, a nigga shoot at us then somebody dying

When you saying real shit don't gotta rhyme bout it
I got a plug got a whole case of Wockhardt for nine dollars
My brother died in a Scat so I don't like Chargers
Them niggas shot my crib up and fire bombed it

I ain't cry bout it cause it's a couple niggas that died before ya life started
And that was in December, yeah I forgave them fuck niggas but I still remember
Real weed head just had a bulk Billy Kimber
I might come Big Meech, one karat link to my belly button

I was finna put you hip but you gon tell on sum
I understand you know it all but let me tell you something
Twelve year enhancement for a switch better sell yo button
Real snakes, if I give him 100k he'll kill his brother

Got kicked outta middle school and I'm still in trouble
I'm in Mobile riding with my nigga Ghetto sipping yellow
Of course them niggas did this shit but we did it better
I'ma keep it alphabet the 7th letter

It's getting cold in this bitch, you better wear a sweater
Put a hunnid holes in his whip, God must was with him
Better slow it down, niggas made pouring up boring now I'm pouring down
I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown
Just wearing real dog shit up in the quarter mile

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