Robb Bank$ - Bring It Bak lyrics

Yeah, we spillin' on them niggas for real
Yadigg tuh rich, spillin' that shit on 'em
Hap hap hap happy nah mean? Hap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?

Drippin' on them pussy niggas, really though
Shoot a nigga then I take a video
Pussy Hulk Smash'd, now it look like Cheerios
Nigga, I'm in that Hellcat, backseat
Eatin' cereal redbone, dig, cutthroat, dig
Dope boy magic, drove
My family never rattin', I'm the last Don
Mafioso in this bitch, I told 'em get low
I got a whole band of crooks for a broke hoe
Know Phone finna go and get some
Toto and get the dome
Never did no drive-by, they in slow-mo
I just walk up nigga, I'ma make sure those
Crackers don't find you, call it chalk dust
Yeah, 4301, just without the bums
Ain't nothin' new
You see I fucked a witch, I tried to hitch
Gave her a broom
Talked to God today about the plan
He told on you
Show my dick on IG, I'ma need a super zoom
(SSET) don't drink Tech, no IT
I could teach you what I do (did that)
Fucked a bitch in Portland, the next day
I caught the flu
I drink syrup when it get boring
It ain't never nothing new
I ain't sleep, I'm never snorin', I check
On my opps way more than you, uh

Bring your ass back bring your ass back
Bring your ass back bring your ass back
I think I might be happy girl, bring it back
Shake it for a stack walkin' with the MAC
Push your shit back we them niggas poppin'
We them niggas on it we them niggas wildin'
We just Lead, they follow my hoes in Armani
That's how you identify 'em
Nigga, we the SSET Almighty
Y'all them niggas droppin'

Top off the Benz, left with your friend
Her tract ain't sewed in
Blew off in the wind
Phone off the Xan, they sleep on me again
Nikki rub my back and she got stabbed
These niggas part time traitors
And full time haters
I don't know where they do that at
Say they pullin' up on you, but
You know they on foot, barney Rubble
So you know I had to scream "Free Bam"
My clip bubble when it's 93
Degrees like fuck it
I ain't finna compromise my fit
Duct tape your momma, lil nigga
You don't want no trouble
But I gotta break off my wrist
What you sayin'? We the gang
Sendin' hit's, we ain't come to play
Bitch, you a trick, I let you buy my main
Pimpin', bitch, raise up your cup, mane dig

Bring your ass back bring your ass back
Girl, bring it back shake it for a stack
Walkin' with the MAC push your shit back
We them niggas poppin' we them niggas, yeah
We them niggas we them niggas droppin'
We them niggas poppin'
We them niggas droppin'
We them niggas poppin'
We them niggas droppin' drop, drop