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Rell Vert - Right Back Lyrics

[Intro]
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Thank you Timmy Boy)

[Chorus]
Nigga be doin' that trollin' online but his dog, he can't get his life back
Glizzy just took him a gen, they callin' my phone, ask, can I get a pipe back?
And he got hit with a 10, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My bitch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
They wanna woof, but I ain't finna type back
Took that L, what we do, come right back
Give a nigga shells, no time to fight back
Free fo'nem out the cell, shit crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of the Scat Pack
Fuck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Get a nigga gone just off like one text
Lovе your bitch, 'cause she got good neck

[Verse]
Only gon' fuck if shе got good sex
'Raq on fire man, fo'nem up next
Know you was hurt when you saw them stretched
I don't fuck with snakes, the last was a good pack
We got back, last opp got gift wrapped
They diss me, but I ain't finna diss back
Throwing my block seven down and I'm with that
I ain't finna talk, kill a nigga, no chit chat
Laughing at the opps, fuck them, better get back
Fucked her friend, now that bitch big mad
Get in the field, you scared with your bitch ass
I got some money, got my opps big mad
Bitch gon' fuck when you broke, that shit sad
10 milli' Glock got a beam, call it Christmas
Like NFL, man, fo'nem hit shit
He was lackin' and got hit with a hit stick
Call my dogs, man, fo'nem sick shit
I love that Drac', that's my lil' big bitch
When I'm with her, she's spit and kiss shit
We got the bowls and folks in the kitchen
[?] stole a lo' from the hoes don't mix shit
He died with his gun, he gone, they miss him
He tried to run, he shot, they clipped him
Fuck my opps, still smoke on Clifton
[Chorus]
Nigga be doin' that trollin' online but his dog, he can't get his life back
Glizzy just took him a gen, they callin' my phone, ask, can I get a pipe back?
And he got hit with a 10, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My bitch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
They wanna woof, but I ain't finna type back
Took that L, what we do, come right back
Give a nigga shells, no time to fight back
Free fo'nem out the cell, shit crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of the Scat Pack
Fuck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Get a nigga gone just off like one text
Love your bitch, 'cause she got good neck