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rell vert - right back lyrics

[intro]
ayy, rell, come pour me up (yeah)
just like that, my n+gga, sl!ck
jacc, you know how the f+ck we rockin’
(this sh+t gon’ be crazy, jacc)
gang sh+t
(thank you timmy boy) ayy

[chorus]
n+gga be doin’ that trollin’ online, but his dog, he can’t get his life back
glizzy just took him a gen, they callin’ my phone, ask, can i get a pipe back?
and he got hit with a ten, k!ll him and his friend, they ass couldn’t fight that
my b+tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
they wanna woof, but i ain’t finna type back
took that l, what we do? come right back
give a n+gga sh+lls, no time to fight back (brrt)
free foenem out the cell, sh+t crazy, gotta fight that
i got a drac’ inside of thе scat pack
f+ck my opps, your brother gon’ die next
gеt a n+gga gone just off like one text
love your b+tch ’cause she got good neck

[verse]
only gon’ f+ck if she got good s+x
‘raq on fire, man, foenem up next
know you was hurt when you saw them stretched
i don’t f+ck with snakes, the last was a good pack (d+mn)
we got back, last opp got gift wrapped (back)
they diss me, but i ain’t finna diss back (diss back)
throwing my block, seven+nine, i’m with that (i’m with it)
i ain’t finna talk, k!ll a n+gga, no chit+chat
laughing at the opps, f+ck them, better get back
f+cked her friend, now that b+tch big mad
get in the field, you scared with your b+tch ass
i got some money, got my opps big mad
b+tch gon’ f+ck when you broke, that sh+t sad
ten milli’ glock got a beam, call it christmas (d+mn)
like nfl, me and foenem hit sh+t
he was lackin’, got hit with a hit stick
call my dogs, man, foenem sick sh+t (brrt)
i love that drac’, that’s my lil’ big b+tch
when i’m with her, she’s spit and kiss sh+t (mwah)
we got the bowls and folks in the kitchen (yeah)
b+tch hold a lil’ load, from the hoes don’t mix sh+t (d+mn)
he died with his gun, he gone, they miss him (d+mn)
he tried to run, he shot, they clipped him (come here)
f+ck my opps, still smoke on clifton (come here, where you goin’? come here)
[chorus]
n+gga be doin’ that trollin’ online, but his dog, he can’t get his life back
glizzy just took him a gen, they callin’ my phone, ask, can i get a pipe back?
and he got hit with a ten, k!ll him and his friend, they ass couldn’t fight that
my b+tch say we done, but when she leave, she come right back
they wanna woof, but i ain’t finna type back
took that l, what we do? come right back
give a n+gga sh+lls, no time to fight back (brrt)
free foenem out the cell, sh+t crazy, gotta fight that
i got a drac’ inside of the scat pack
f+ck my opps, your brother gon’ die next
get a n+gga gone just off like one text
love your b+tch ’cause she got good neck

- rell vert lyrics

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