Dont Trip – Right Back
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Right Back

Feat. Nick Rose, TD

130 on the dash
Two blunts in her hand
And she never wanna pass, no, no
I set fire to the past
Couldn't waste a second with you
Wipe the tears off your lash, oh
Rebel without a cause
Jump up and down, I fall
Right back, right back, right back
Fly with the satellites
She say she down to ride
Right back, right back, right back

I say baby what's the vibe, yeah
You wanna ride, wanna kick it for the night
Roll a blicky and get high, what you feeling
What's your type, shawty I can't read your mind
I've been running low on time, yeah
Working so damn hard, pushing people out my life, yeah
Sorry I ain't plan for this, but that's just how it is, yeah
You ain't with the vision, get the fuck up out my clique, yeah
Tryna be successful, they don't get it, talking shit, uh
We not built the same, I'm the gas and you the mids, yeah
I am not like you, my type is one percent
Bitch I'm making dollars, you can't even make no cents
Yeah you blew your chance, oh you know it came and went
Bitch I checked the vibes, sorry you ain't pass the test
Now we not the same, my goals for you are too insane
I let you stay plain, but later don't be switching lanes
Remember in your face when I told you that I'll be great
That shit fuel the flame, that shit fuel the flame

130 on the dash
Two blunts in her hand
And she never wanna pass, no, no
I set fire to the past
Couldn't waste a second with you
Wipe the tears off your lash, oh
Rebel without a cause
Jump up and down, I fall
Right back, right back, right back
Fly with the satellites
She say she down to ride
Right back, right back, right back

Coming right back
She just saw the panties on the floor and she might snap
Devil in my ear whisper to me "she don't like that"
In the end, I'd rather die a wolf to check the price tag
Peep me sleeping tight in Gucci sheets with a nightcap
Oooh, she go crazy off the white wine
Oooh, speed dial, she my lifeline
Oooh, sweet talking at the right time
I am who you're looking for
And you are looking quite fine

And one second she's there
Then the next she's a blur
If I send her a text, she call me back
Screaming, cursing, slurring words
I'm too high for this, I'm too high for this
Oh, no, no
And one second she's there
Then the next she's a blur
If I send her a text, she call me back
Screaming, cursing, slurring words
I'm too high for this, I'm too high for this
Oh, no, no

130 on the dash
Two blunts in her hand
And she never wanna pass, no, no
I set fire to the past
Couldn't waste a second with you
Wipe the tears off your lash, oh
Rebel without a cause
Jump up and down, I fall
Right back, right back, right back
Fly with the satellites
She say she down to ride
Right back, right back, right back

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