Goin Back 2 Ella

I just hit NY

And you know I was on a private jet flight

Going back to Ella, going back to Ella, yeah

Yeah, yeah, finna go hit Ella

Finna call my twizz up, yeah

Finna go back to re-up, yeah

Yeah

Finna go back

Going back to Ella

Bitch, I'm going back to Ella

I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to Ella, going back to Ella

Going back to Ella

Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to Ella

Going back to Ella, yeah

I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper

Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun

Boot up, yeah

I hit the double R dealership, I got a Rolls-Royce umbrella, yeah

Bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it

High with the gods, then I'm up till infinity

Yeah, Maison Margiela that bitch, I went and put paint on her face

All of my twizzies been running this shit the fuck up every day, they can't keep up the pace

Run it up

I'm in a mansion by myself

Yeah

And the cologne came from YSL

Yeah, ow

Fucking this bitch up in any room, she can't contain herself, ah

Yeah

Yeah, bitch, you know what's going on

Yeah

Uh, bitch, you know who going up

Uh-huh

Yeah, all my brothers know it's up

Yeah, bitch, I always run it up

Aye, yo

Yeah, bitch, all that ain't nothing to us

Nothing to us

Bitch, all I do is run it up

Woo

Yeah, bitch, I took the coupe to the telly and valet

Bitch, I came out the beast like I'm in Belly

All of my diamonds is flawless

I left the bank, I ain't make no deposit

You would've thought my twizzy went off his mop pulling up with a 5.56

Yeah, woo

And you would've thought I would've been the one that died, but the gun got the tits on it

Tits

I only rap 'bout the shit that I do, I live

I sip on the Wock', I don't sip on no Pibb, yeah

I can't even say that they fell off 'cause they ain't even get on, yeah

Yeah, they wanna sit back and talk they shit, they don't got nothing to piss on

Nothing at all

Called up Eliantte, canary diamonds, all them pissed on

Brrrt, brrrt

Called up my wrists and told 'em I'm finna put a hundred thousand on 'em

Yeah, my AP speaking in French, that bitch got baguettes on it

Yeah, oui

I ain't rocking no twenties, no fifties, no old hundreds, yeah, new blue hundreds, yeah, all that's on me

No

I done lost my grills, called the tooth fairy up and took a loss on it

Took a lil' L

Yeah, I ain't in no telly, I'm in the belly, yeah, Corvette, let's floor the bitch out

Ride out

Who is your brodie? Why they capping 'bout they rapping? They ain't even live 'bout

Cap 'bout

Yeah, I been doing this shit for so damn long, I done learned everything

Yo, yeah, yeah

Going back to Ella

Yeah, bitch, I'm going back to Ella

I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to Ella, going back to Ella

Going back to Ella

Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to Ella

Going back to Ella, yeah

I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper

Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun

Boot up, yeah

I hit the double R dealership

I got a Rolls-Royce umbrella, yeah

Bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it

High with the gods, then I'm up till infinity

Yeah, Maison Margiela that bitch, I went and put paint on her face

All of my twizzies been running this shit the fuck up every day, they can't keep up the pace

Run it up

I'm in a mansion by myself

Yeah, yeah

And the cologne came from YSL

Yeah, ow

Fucking this bitch up in any room, she can't contain herself, ah

Yeah