Coming Back Lyrics

Spilt lean on my stacked up jeans

No you ain't sipping Triss, boy you sipping tea

G-Classed up with the butterfly wings

Now its too late, I don't care, Nuh-huh

In the cut posted up with one damn hoe

I can't fuck with no one but my day ones', oh

Get no bread, boy you need that job

I just pulled up in a god damn Rover

Italian Ice, why the fuck I be sober?

Kill that jit, I'm a South Side Soldier

He tryna cap, but you know that I told you

Say lil' shawty, put your head on my shoulder

Say I'm lucky but I don't got no clover

Eating my greens, now I feel like a stoner

Do me dirty, now my heart's getting colder

All black Chrome-Hearts now

These wounds are so profound

I'm tryna see how this goes down

Brodie you're scaring the hoes out

Strap up, bring the poles out

You moving weird, you a hoe now

23', I'ma show out

I'm gonna take this shit, next level

Diamonds they came with a bezel

Sipping drank, now I'm off of the schedule

Shawty in love but you know I can't settle

Hw you tell me that I sold the bag?

Shawty said we got our souls attacched

Sippin' drank, now we pourin' Act

Please do not hit my phone, I ain't coming back

Spilt lean on my stacked up jeans

No you ain't sipping Triss, boy you sipping tea

G-Classed up with the butterfly wings

Now its too late, I don't care, Nuh-huh

In the cut posted up with one damn hoe

I can't fuck with no one but my day ones', oh

Get no bread, boy you need that job

I just pulled up in a god damn Rover

Italian Ice, why the fuck I be sober?

Kill that jit, I'm a South Side Soldier

He tryna cap, but you know that I told you

Say lil' shawty, put your head on my shoulder

Say I'm lucky but I don't got no clover

Eating my greens, now I feel like a stoner

Do me dirty, now my heart's getting colder

Spilt lean on my stacked up jeans

No you ain't sipping Triss, boy you sipping tea

G-Classed up with the butterfly wings

Now its too late, I don't care, Nuh-huh

In the cut posted up with one damn hoe

I can't fuck with no one but my day ones', oh

Get no bread, boy you need that job

I just pulled up in a god damn Rover

Italian Ice, why the fuck I be sober?

Kill that jit, I'm a South Side Soldier

He tryna cap, but you know that I told you

Say lil' shawty, put your head on my shoulder

Say I'm lucky but I don't got no clover

Eating my greens, now I feel like a stoner

Do me dirty, now my heart's getting colder