Going Back lyrics

[Intro]
(UliCookUp)

[Hook]
I'ma turn into Michael Jackson just to show these n*ggas 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 sh*t sad
If that's my brother, whatever I get, we split in half
b*tch, I'm here like we taking attendance for class
I'ma hit that b*tch from the rim then I told her I gotta blast
I be smoking on that stink but these n*ggas be smoking that gas
I would kick it with you n*ggas 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
b*tch 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
n*gga's wanna play up but he get slapped
He gon' get chipped, shot right in the back
'Cause he's tryna run but this sh*t 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 b*tches 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t sad
If that's my brother, whatever I get, we split in half
b*tch, I'm here like we taking attendance for class
I'ma hit that b*tch from the rim then I told her I gotta blast
I be smoking on that stink but these n*ggas be smoking that gas
I would kick it with you n*ggas 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