Bring It Back

[Intro: Futuristic]
Yo

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
I make 'em pause the lines, I'm real cordial until you cross the line
My money come with blue faces like it's been rappin' off of time
Often get signs that this was meant to be, a boss with mine
I been tan and the fam, they true colors been showin' off my shine
I gotta bounce, yeah, I gotta bounce, yo
My girl wanna play-fight like Nala, I let her pounce
Ha, I'm on a trip, ayy, somewhere you can't pronounce (Nah)
Niggas' sayin' I fell off, please, go check the account
I don't like stuntin', but fuck it, let's do it real quick, I got two littlе cribs, couple million I spent
Got two others in Cali, I'm movin' in quick, and my girl got a booty that's stupidly thick (Damn)
I got clothеs up in Zumies and shit, and two pools, man, my parties be movie legit
Hit the row, make a hunnid, double or nothin', and diamonds be jumpin' like dudes in a gym (Damn)
J.R. Smith, I AR spit
If you standin,, then you lucky, because they all hit, ugh! (Brr!)
I'm on my job, they get laid off quick
It's crazy that I talk slick and now you're paid off it, bitch

[Chorus: Futuristic]
Bring it back (Bring it back), bring it back (Bring it back)
Bring it back, ayy, bring it back, ayy
Bring it back, ayy, bring it back, ayy
Bring it back, ayy, bring it back

[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Body like a bottle mixed with a Cadillac
Like a Nordstrom employee, I be gettin' to the racks
Hundred-K inside the bank account, these are just facts
But it's only for the fans, or I wouldn't have a post
Independent as they come, boy, I'm indie like the coast
Tunnel-vision with my vision, got you right up in my scope
Need a million in advance if you wanna enter scope
My mind a little hazy lately, I been going crazy
Used to ride the bus, now I got the keys to that Mercedes
They keep throwin' shade, but the more they throw, they pay me
Want them all to see who whippin' this, so I don't do more than eighty
You can find me with my lady, that's my backbone
Boy, I tell it how it is, I'm a asshole
I got the sauce, got the sauce like Tabasco
This is not a race, but if it was, you last, though, last, ho

[Chorus: Hi-Rez, Futuristic & Hi-Rez]
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back