Going Back

[Intro]
(UliCookUp)

[Hook]
I'ma turn into Michael Jackson just to show these niggas who's back
You don't gotta throw a hissy fit every time to show that you mad
You doing things out of spite and I see it and that shit sad
If that's my brother, whatever I get, we split in half
Bitch, I'm here like we taking attendance for class
I'ma hit that bitch from the rim then I told her I gotta blast
I be smoking on that stink but these niggas be smoking that gas
I would kick it with you niggas but I'm sorry, I'ma have to pass
Like Donovan Mitchell, I'ma come through shooting like I play for the Jazz
I know that he ain't got it but he still tryna brag
You knew the consequences so I can't cut you no slack
Don't know where we left off, I know thеre ain't no going back

[Verse]
Serena and Vеnus, came in with them racks
Just like a traveler, I got me a pack
Just like a trucker, I'm seeing the cap
She a full course meal, she not no snack
Bitch homemade like I made it from scratch
Just like a bag, I came with a strap
Thought he was high, he just needed a nap
I'm off of this weed and I almost collapsed
Say you wanna leave but you kinda feel trapped
He was in the lead but I'm closing the gap
Nigga's wanna play up but he get slapped
He gon' get chipped, shot right in the back
'Cause he's tryna run but this shit won track
Being that dog, he can sniff out the cat
I was in the hills with DJ Phat
Florida boy like Kodak Black
We had them P's, me and [?] in the trap
Just like hands, we gon' get you clapped
She is a dog, she is a brat
We gon' [?] for a [?]
I'm plugged in like a iPhone jack
Only thing 'bout death, can't bring them back
I got the bands with my brothers like [?]
Tryna be [?] how your chain get snatched
These bitches be sour just like the pack
Ain't telling no lies 'cause these straight facts
Like a pop fly, I'm the perfect catch
Like I'm second in line, I know I'm up next
Feeling kinda sore, I ain't come here to flex
They just took the whip so I can't stress

[Hook]
I'ma turn into Michael Jackson just to show these niggas who's back
You don't gotta throw a hissy fit every time to show that you mad
You doing things out of spite and I see it and that shit sad
If that's my brother, whatever I get, we split in half
Bitch, I'm here like we taking attendance for class
I'ma hit that bitch from the rim then I told her I gotta blast
I be smoking on that stink but these niggas be smoking that gas
I would kick it with you niggas but I'm sorry, I'ma have to pass
Like Donovan Mitchell, I'ma come through shooting like I play for the Jazz
I know that he ain't got it but he still tryna brag
You knew the consequences so I can't cut you no slack
Don't know where we left off, I know there ain't no going back