Quybernx, Lil Salty Walty - Bring It Back Lyrics

Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with snap
slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black Bring it back
Stuff you talking about
Yes you wanna get some clout
But that’s not what I’m about
No, I ain’t got fupping doubts
Got my head up in the clouds
And I am not coming down
Say you wanna go thru me
No, you’ll have to go around
You saw me walking up the stairs up to you
And wonder what me and my gang finna do
Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with a snack
Slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black
(Bring it back)
(Yuh)
(Bring it back)
(Yuh)
Want some fame, come and step in
Play the part, ain’t no messin
Got four AK's pull up to your crib and
Wrist so wet yuh I be drippin
Flip the bloods yuh I be crippin
Steal your hoe yuh she be thiccin
For your mans yuh she be strippin
She buy grass yuh I don’t chip in
Quybernx, good job well done
Flex on nerds, it’s just begun
Pull up with gang they all flipping run
Got three Glocks got 4 more guns
Pull up on ur crib hide all ur sons
Base too hard rarries to red
You're a blood I’ll drop you dead
Pull up on ur hoe, she give me head
Go too hard we Need 2 beds
Whips too fresh bought 3 more Benz
I don’t care she got boyfriends
Trapping in the Stu, with quybernx
Make ten racks, we sign these checks
Got new kicks and new Rolex
Bought some latex for your ex
Crawling back to my duplex
Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with a snack
Slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black
(Bring it back)
(Bring it back)

Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with snap
slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black Bring it back
Stuff you talking about
Yes you wanna get some clout
But that’s not what I’m about
No, I ain’t got fupping doubts
Got my head up in the clouds
And I am not coming down
Say you wanna go thru me
No, you’ll have to go around
You saw me walking up the stairs up to you
And wonder what me and my gang finna do
Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with a snack
Slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black
(Bring it back)
(Yuh)
(Bring it back)
(Yuh)
Want some fame, come and step in
Play the part, ain’t no messin
Got four AK's pull up to your crib and
Wrist so wet yuh I be drippin
Flip the bloods yuh I be crippin
Steal your hoe yuh she be thiccin
For your mans yuh she be strippin
She buy grass yuh I don’t chip in
Quybernx, good job well done
Flex on nerds, it’s just begun
Pull up with gang they all flipping run
Got three Glocks got 4 more guns
Pull up on ur crib hide all ur sons
Base too hard rarries to red
You're a blood I’ll drop you dead
Pull up on ur hoe, she give me head
Go too hard we Need 2 beds
Whips too fresh bought 3 more Benz
I don’t care she got boyfriends
Trapping in the Stu, with quybernx
Make ten racks, we sign these checks
Got new kicks and new Rolex
Bought some latex for your ex
Crawling back to my duplex
Yes You gotta bring it back
Bring a mother fup attack
Gat in my back pocket with a snack
Slap that tat on yo back
Bringing 808’s clap
Swipe a 38 tuck off white ski mask matte black
(Bring it back)
(Bring it back)