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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga said he got a glass pint of red, why you lyin'? Simple, a nigga 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 niggas shot my crib up and firebombed it I ain't cry about it, 'cause a couple niggas died before your life started And that was in December Yeah, I forgave them fuck niggas, 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 nigga Ghetto, sippin' yellow Of course them niggas 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 niggas 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