Bring Bac Act (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

Fig could've been a stylist, you know he known to belt men

P.O. went to my momma house, she gon' make me turn myself in

I'm wrong 'cause I'm old enough to be his dad and I tell him, "Just spin"

Couldn't front him, he had a bad credit, you need a CPN

I'm prayin' Scooby beat his case, they got him on recording

Ain't heard from bruh, yeah, he put shit up, he turned into a hoarder

Got out the trial, I gave JM my props, I took it to the heart (ten racks)

I got news from the prison, he fuckin' that lil' boy

Seen my brudda, we both in the field like Shilo and Shedeur

That Rollie plain, Patek still on bus', just like Rosa Parks

Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you can stop they heart (talkin' bout a dime a piece, a dime a hat)

And I'm smashin' on a top tier vixen

He love the drank so much, he named his kid Tristan (I fucked me a cougar, she asked me what's in my double cup)

Told her, "Yes, ma'am," but I'm not Kitchens

I cut her off, but I told her it was me

On the real, we just was bondin' funny

I'm thinkin' of a plan to get my **** free

I'm thinkin' about investing in a bonding company

I told her Yayo say he miss his mattress

Soon as I drop my album, I'll be court ready

Would've put a hundred on a **** passin'

But I ain't never thought 'bout sports bettin'

So much love for the Wock', I done named my daughter Kiki

Yesterday, spent 12 at Repeat, we finna repeat

I just seen a **** net worth from Wiki'

I ain't used to have shit, just spent two hundred on a BPE

Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles

Free my fuckin' baby bro, we shared game consoles

Ain't no fuckin' pints of Act' 'round if I ain't found

My **** said he got a glass pint of red, why you lyin'?

Simple, a **** shoot at us, then somebody dyin'

When you seen real shit, 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 Charger

Them **** shot my crib up and firebombed it

I ain't cry about it, 'cause a couple **** died before your life started

And that was in December

Yeah, I forgave them fuck ****, but I still remember

Real weed head, just had a bulk Billy Kimber

I'm might come, big Meech, one carat leaked to my belly button

I was finna put hip but was gon' tell on something

I understand you know it all, but let me tell you something

12-year enhancement for a switch, better sell your button

Real snakes, if I give him a hundred K, he'll kill his brother

Got kicked out middle school, and I'm still in trouble

I'm in Mobile, ridin' with my **** Ghetto, sippin' yellow

Of course them **** did this shit, but we did it better

I'ma keep it alphabet, the seventh letter

It's gettin' cold in this bitch, better wear a sweater

Put a hundred holes in his whip, God must be with him

Better slow it down **** made pourin' up borin', now I'm pourin' down

I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown

Just wearin' real dog shit up in the quarter mile