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right back - rell vert 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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