Right Back

Ebony Eyez, Bradd Young, DJ Beatz, Capo (Trackboyz), Reace Beats, Tarboy (Trackboyz)

[Intro]
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em

[Verse 1]
You pro'ly know me as the E-B-O-N-Y (O-N-Y)
From the S-T-L-O-U-I- (O-U-I)
S and yes, you got your nigga, so do I (So do I)
Better proceed with caution, player, 'fore you try ('Fore you try)
Any chump try to jump, he gon' pro'ly get stomped (Pro'ly get stomped)
So what you drunk as a skunk and had too many blunts (Too many blunts)
Advise you to shut up and hush and not say a word (Say a word)
Niggas out here flippin' them birds, I'm flippin' them verbs (Flippin' them verbs)
From the north to the south, from the east to the west (East to the west)
I done knocked bitches out and had 'em wheezin' for breath (Wheezin' for breath)
Yeah, I'm hardcore but at the same time feminine
And I only fuck with thug cats, fuck gentlemen, yeah

[Chorus]
Now gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)
Now gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)

[Verse 2]
Now when I stroll up (Stroll up), skanks be mad 'cause I showed up
Niggas wanna lick me like blunts when they roll up
Hol' up (Hol' up) let 'em know straight from the gate
That it must be your money 'cause it ain't your face (It ain't your face)
And I see, ballers and players from tennis to gators (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And they be, spendin' that paper like we was in Vegas (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
So let's get, rid of them haters who catchin' the vapors (Okay, okay)
It's nothin' but, movers and shakers, no room for the fakers
I hear 'em, shoutin' they hood, they neck of the woods (Neck of the woods)
I see 'em, loomin' the spot, reppin' they blocks (Reppin' they blocks)
And if you see a muh'fucker keep lookin' your way (Lookin' your way)
Steady starin' at you like they got somethin' to say (Somethin' to say) then tell 'em—

[Chorus]
Gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)
Now gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)

[Verse 3]
Uh, last night (Night), the night befo' (Fo')
Twenty-fo' bitches came knockin' at my do' (Knockin' at my do')
Somebody should've told 'em, guess they ain't know (They ain't know)
Soon as I got to swingin', they was hittin' the flo' (Hittin' the flo'), and yeah
They know who I am, I go where I want (Go where I want)
See I am what they not, and I do what they don't (Do what they don't)
And I be, snatchin' they guys from under they arms (Under they arms)
Know I, kill 'em with charm so don't be alarmed (Don't be alarmed), man
That hatin' from y'all ain't nothin' at all (Nothin' at all)
Please, you bitches is soft, you pissin' me off (Pissin' me off)
You better, keep on walkin', proceed with caution (Yeah)
'Cause trust, next time, ain't gon' be no talkin' (Be no talkin')

[Chorus]
Gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)
Now gimme a second, I'll be right back (Right back)
I'm too cute to get my face scratched (Face scratched)
You get to trippin', it be like that (Like that)
Click, clack, it be like that (Like that)

[Outro]
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em
Uh-oh, sic 'em, sic 'em

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