Right Back
Right back in
A Cadillac
Popping hella pills
Got me feeling hella wack
Right back in my feels
Demon and angels in my head
Yeah you feel
Right back right back
New maybach
Midnight black
Pull up to the party
And we run up the tab
Right back
Yeah you know
We pullin right back
Yeah we gettin to the money
Yeah we gettin to the stacks
Couple of these bitches throwin ass
Couple of these hundreds make 'em
Spaz
Might just take em under
Might make a couple racks off their
Ass
Shit it could even pay my tab
Right back right back
Imma get to spazzin
I remember that shit
You know it's back to action
Never lack shit
I just might tell her dad go suck a dick
Yeah I just wanna talk about how I feel
Who you know losing hella homies for real
Yeah haters all wack
How you say you hate me but you don't know wack
Just make a couple racks
Yeah Family just wanna take
Man can we just go back to the old golden days
Everyone wack
Out of place
Always about a race
Only speaking facts
No mumble rap
Did this shit on my own
Diamonds on my wrist and it's all fuckin
Froze
Made a couple mill off my shit
Why you gotta be mad that I pop with my shit
Right back in
A Cadillac
Popping hella pills
Got me feeling hella wack
Right back in my feels
Demon and angels in my head
Yeah you feel
Right back right back
New maybach
Midnight black
Pull up to the party
And we run up the tab
Right back
Yeah you know
We pullin right back
Right back Right back
A Cadillac
Popping hella pills
Got me feeling hella wack
Right back in my feels
Demon and angels in my head
Yeah you feel
Right back right back
New maybach
Midnight black
Pull up to the party
And we run up the tab
Right back
Yeah you know
We pullin right back
Yeah we gettin to the money
Yeah we gettin to the stacks
Couple of these bitches throwin ass
Couple of these hundreds make 'em
Spaz
Might just take em under
Might make a couple racks off their
Ass
Shit it could even pay my tab
Right back right back
Imma get to spazzin
I remember that shit
You know it's back to action
Never lack shit
I just might tell her dad go suck a dick
Yeah I just wanna talk about how I feel
Who you know losing hella homies for real
Yeah haters all wack
How you say you hate me but you don't know wack
Just make a couple racks
Yeah Family just wanna take
Man can we just go back to the old golden days
Everyone wack
Out of place
Always about a race
Only speaking facts
No mumble rap
Did this shit on my own
Diamonds on my wrist and it's all fuckin
Froze
Made a couple mill off my shit
Why you gotta be mad that I pop with my shit
Right back in
A Cadillac
Popping hella pills
Got me feeling hella wack
Right back in my feels
Demon and angels in my head
Yeah you feel
Right back right back
New maybach
Midnight black
Pull up to the party
And we run up the tab
Right back
Yeah you know
We pullin right back
Right back Right back
Credits
Writer(s): 513onthebeat, Andrew Rosales, Prod.classik
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