Bring Bac Act Lyrics – Rylo Rodriguez & Rio Da Yung OG

Song Credits

Sone Name	Bring Bac Act
Lead Vocals	Rylo Rodriguez & Rio Da Yung OG
Song Writer	Rylo Rodriguez & Rio Da Yung OG
Music Producer	Aypebeatz, Jayrich & Grease
Label	Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records
Starring	Rylo Rodriguez & Rio Da Yung OG
Release Date	March 28, 2025
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records

Bring Bac Act Lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez

Being At My Momma House Finna Make Me Turn Myself In
Something Wrong I’m Old Enough To Be A Dad And I Told Him Just Spin
Couldn’t Front Him He Had A Bad Credit You Need A CPN
I’m Prayin’, Scooby Beat The Case, They Got Him On The Quarter
Ain’t Heard From Bro, He Put Shut Up He Turned Into A Hoarder
Just Got Off Trial, I Gave Jm My Props, Took It To The Heart (Ten Racks)
I Got News From The Prison, He Fuckin’ That Lil’ Boy
Seen My Brudda, We Both In The Field Like Shiloh And Shedeur
That Rollie Plain, Patek Still On Bussin’ Just Like Rosa Parks
Them My Opps, I’ll Pay You A Dime If You Stop They Heart

Talmout A Dime, A Pizza, A Dime, A Hat
And I’m Smashin’ On The Top Chevy Xn
Nigga Drank So Much, He Named His Kid Tristian
(I Thought You Cool, But You [?] My Double Cup)
Told Her Yes Ma’am, But I’m Not Kitchens
I Cut Her Off, But I Told Her It Was Me
On The Real We Just Was Bondin’ Funny
I’m Thinkin’ Of Prayin’ To Get My Nigga Free
I’m Thinkin’ About Investing In A Bonding Company
I Told Her Yeall, And Say Misses Mattress
Soon As I Drop My Album, I’ll Be Court Ready
Would Of Put A Hundred On A Nigga Passin’
I Ain’t Never Thought Of Sports Bettin’

So Much Love For The Wock, I Done Named My Daughter Kiki
Yesterday Spent Twelve At Repeat, We Finna Repeat
I Just Seen A Nigga Net Worth On Wiki
I Ain’t Used To Have Shit Just Spent Two Hundred On A Bpe
Me And Benwon Like Brothers, Had The Same Struggles
Free My Fuckin’ Baby Bro, We Shared Game Consoles
Ain’t No Fuckin’ Pints Of Act Around If I Ain’t Found ’em
My Nigga Said He Got A Glass Pint Of Red, Why You Lying?
Simple, A Nigga Shoot At Us Then Somebody Dyin’
When You Seen Real Shit Don’t Gotta Rhyme ’bout It
I Got A Plug Got A Whole Case Of Wockhardt For Nine Dollars
My Brother Died In A Scat So I Don’t Like Chargers
Them Niggas Shot My Crib Up And Fire Bombed It
I Ain’t Cry About It, Cause A Couple Niggas Died Before Ya Life Started

And That Was In December
Yeah, I Forgave Them Fuck Niggas But I Still Remember
Real Weed Head Just Had A Bulk Billy Kimber
I’m Might Come Big Meech, One Karat Link To My Belly Button
I Was Finna Put Hip But Gon Tell On Some
I Understand You Know It All But Let Me Tell You Somethin’
Twelve Years Enhancement For A Switch Better Sell Yo’ Button
Real Snakes, If I Give Him A Hundred-k He’ll Kill His Brother
Got Kicked Out Middle School And I’m Still In Trouble
I’m In Mobile Ridin’ With My Nigga Ghetto Sippin’ Yellow
Of Course Them Niggas Did This Shit But We Did It Better
I’ma Keep It Alphabet, The 7Th Letter
It’s Gettin Cold In This Bitch Better Wear A Sweater
Put A Hundred Holes In His Whip, God Must’ve Been With Him
Better Slow It Down Niggas Made Pourin’ Up Borin’ Now I’m Pourin’ Down
I Know I’m The King Of Flint, I Don’t Want A Crown
Just Wearin’ Real Dog Shit Up In The Quarter Mile

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