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Right Back
91
Hip-Hop/Rap
Right Back è stato pubblicato il 20 marzo 2025 da Grade A Productions come parte dell'album Hardest Junkie Out
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Data di uscita20 marzo 2025
EtichettaGrade A Productions
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rell Vert
Rell Vert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Wallace
Earl Wallace
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl Wallace
Earl Wallace
Engineer

Testi

[Intro]
Ayy, Rell, come pour me up (Yeah)
Just like that, my ****, Slick
Jacc, you know how the fuck we rockin'
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Gang shit
(Thank you Timmy Boy) Ayy
[Chorus]
**** 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, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My bitch 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 **** shells, no time to fight back (Brrt)
Free foenem out the cell, shit crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of the Scat Pack
Fuck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Get a **** gone just off like one text
Love your bitch 'cause she got good neck
[Verse 1]
Only gon' fuck if she got good sex
'Raq on fire, man, foenem up next
Know you was hurt when you saw them stretched
I don't fuck with snakes, the last was a good pack (Damn)
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, kill a ****, no chit-chat
Laughing at the opps, fuck them, better get back
Fucked her friend, now that bitch big mad
Get in the field, you scared with your bitch ass
I got some money, got my opps big mad
Bitch gon' fuck when you broke, that shit sad
Ten milli' Glock got a beam, call it Christmas (Damn)
Like NFL, me and foenem hit shit
He was lackin', got hit with a hit stick
Call my dogs, man, foenem sick shit (Brrt)
I love that Drac', that's my lil' big bitch
When I'm with her, she's spit and kiss shit (Mwah)
We got the bowls and folks in the kitchen (Yeah)
Bitch hold a lil' load, from the hoes don't mix shit (Damn)
He died with his gun, he gone, they miss him (Damn)
He tried to run, he shot, they clipped him (Come here)
Fuck my opps, still smoke on Clifton (Come here, where you goin'? Come here)
[Chorus]
**** 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, kill him and his friend, they ass couldn't fight that
My bitch 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 **** shells, no time to fight back (Brrt)
Free foenem out the cell, shit crazy, gotta fight that
I got a Drac' inside of the Scat Pack
Fuck my opps, your brother gon' die next
Get a **** gone just off like one text
Love your bitch 'cause she got good neck
Written by: Earl Wallace
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