Bring It Back - Tyler, The Creator

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Don’t wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack

'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied

Re-up on my deal, let’s make it 1−5

And I ain’t talking point, that gorilla if I point

He gon' get you, that’s the point no lie

Hit the gas and we outta there (skrrt)

Like it’s mountain wear, lately, I’ve been dolo in this bitch

Shoutout Solo, that’s big sis, shoutout Frankie, that’s big bro

Ya lil' homie running shit, no question

Casio the mothafuckin' watch

800 in a day, my boy, that’s just one drop

Invest in stocks, that’s the other plan

Two-story bed, I hit the running man

Baby boy, no photo, long sleeve, my polo

Casio, no Rolo', Parmesan, my bolo

VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded

We done broke them levees, anything for Fetti

But don’t let it get to you, these niggas tripping

They shoe in the gutter, they gonna ruin their future shit that

They doing like, flexin' on the 'Gram about a bank deposit (hmm)

Yeah, that shit addicting, shit is hypnotizing (hmm)

Claiming that you rich, like, bitch we know you lying (yuh)

What yo backyard look like?

What your mama driving?

Mane, call me flame, I’m lighting niggas I’m an animal, fuck is tame?

Young wild nigga, it’s the WANG (it's them GOLF boys)

G boy, jeez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy (yuh)

Fuckboy, heard you want beef, bitch, you eat soy

Us and them and we ain’t got time, bitch, I’m Pink Floyd, yuh

Sapphire’s gelatin, niggas is repetitive

AmEx 'cause my pockets is what I can’t fit my cheddar in

Sleeping on me, sedative, who these niggas better than?

Is the answer me?

Hmm?

Uh, no, negative, yuh

Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (yeah)

Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin', yeah

Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah

(Golf boys in this shit)

Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty

(Shout out to Trouble)

Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah

(Shout out to Drake, shout out to Mike WiLL)

I’ma get some Cho-Cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah

Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that

I could put you front line, just bring it back