Bring Bac Act (Explicit)

Bring Bac Act (Explicit) - Rylo Rodriguez/Rio Da Yung Og

Lyrics by：Ryan Adams/Da’mario Donshay Horne-McCullough/Anatolii Peliukh/Richard DeBerry/Dwayne Moore

Composed by：Ryan Adams/Da’mario Donshay Horne-McCullough/Anatolii Peliukh/Richard DeBerry/Dwayne Moore

Produced by：Aypebeatz/Jayrich/Grease

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 **** just spent two hundred on a BPE

Me and Benwon like brothers had the same struggles

Free my ******* baby bro we shared game consoles

Ain't no ******* 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** but we did it better

Imma keep it alphabet the 7th letter

It's getting cold in this ***** 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 **** up in the quarter mile