BRING IT BACK ft. Daddy Trav Lyrics

I just need a check yeah

I just need a bag

Yeah I need these racks

Tryna run em up real fast

Yeah I need a coupe with some digits on the dash

Yeah I’m with my brother and we tryna get a bag

3 point buck yeah bitch that’s a stag

3 blue hundreds on me bitch and that’s a bag

I don’t give a fuck tell you that a matter fact

But at the same time yeah I told her bring it back

Bring it back baby

Bring it back

Bending back her legs now she looking like Dak

Told her like that, lil bitch it’s like that

Hit him with the tax, lil bitch with the tactics

Yeah we out here with the bad shit

Pull up real deep on them banshees

Rough ryder type shit, DMX

You don’t know my Damien

Shit get wicked

She get real wicked

Come through bitch you splig get wit I mean

Your wig get split

Sorry I come through on some extra

Triple x with that shit when shit get electric

She lovin’ all that shit

I might need a camera

For the way I’m in your panties girl

Come through with that extra baby

We main character not extra girl

That shit different bout us

You know you see that shit bout us girl

You don’t talk shit bout us

They try bout they don’t get no shots up yeah

You don’t really talk shit about us ay

I would not talk shit about us yeah

And the bitches love us so they shout us out

And why I don’t give a fuck is cause we put it in her mouth

Where we from baby girl?

Yeah the dirty south

And it’s ok I asked you yeah

If I could eat you out

But if I can’t I take you down south

Not with my mouth ay

But anyway scratch that

Yeah the bitch ass so fat

When she throw it back

Yeah it throw me back

So I threw a rack

Yeah I prolly threw a rack

And Jacob got some grass

So he prolly just gone tax

And we smoking on that gas

Yeah smoking on that gas

Others call it thrax yeah

But I just call it pack ay

Anyways I miss my brother

Yeah his name Hak ay ay

Ay we can’t run it back ay

I been some slow motion fuckin’ with your bitch ay

Heard he wanna talk

Punch him now he gotta stitch

Yeah you a bitch yeah

Heard you a snitch

Prolly end up in a ditch ay

And he made a wish ay

I can’t grant it

Yeah I pull up and they panic

Yeah they want static like Stanley

Bitch I feel like steamer

Bitch I pull up and redeem her

I don’t give fuck, fuck her, I’m a dreamer ay

Bitch I can’t pimp you out, put it in your mouth

I don’t give a fuck yeah we from the dirty south

Punch you in your shit and you prolly just say ouch

Baby girl come here yeah put it in your mouth

What you really wanna be?

Go ahead I’m listening

Uh

At one point I wanted to be a DJ

You made me laugh

I made you laugh?

No I mean in a good way, that’s cool

Like no seriously though like

At all my like little get togethers with my family and stuff,

I like to pull out my Bluetooth speaker and like

I don’t know

Just make people feel something