CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Return
Oh, oh
Uh (No, no), uh, uh, uh, uh (No, oh, oh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (No, oh), uh, uh (Uh), uh (Damn, Ryder)
Used to hit the block and serve
Work the rock like Kyrie Irv'
Link up with gang, like, what's the word?
Pull up, skrrt, switchin' lanes might jump the curb
And, yeah, b*t*h, I'm really him, put that on fire, f**k what you heard
Got three .50s, that's 150, ain't no limit, I f**k with Herb
Lil' kids turned grown men, we come from cribs dysfunctional
Gotta learn how to play your own hand, don't ever get too comfortable
That's lil' sh*t, he can think he hot 'til them real killers come and humble you
All day, tell 'em, "Spin the block," 'til your best friend laying under you
Know 'bout late nights and that hunger
Know 'bout rainy days and that thunder
I know lil' n***as on slime sh*t, no Young Thugs and Gunnas
We was in the field, Glock kick back, we gon' kick it off like punters
I'm Too Turnt Gang, got five in me, I ain't never been no runner (b*t*h)
I can't ever go back (Oh, oh) to the way sh*t was (Oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want (Oh, oh, oh)
I can't ever go back to the way sh*t was (Oh)
I done came too far (Uh), put that on everything I love (Damn, Ryder)
Roaches in the crib (Uh-uh), mama on drugs (No-uh)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (No-oh, oh)
I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't (Damn, Ryder)
I come from the muddiest part of the trenches where n***as are dyin' today
n***as into it with you but n***as gon' hang in clique and be in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'd rather be on the case and stay in the mix than be in a n***a case (Be in a n***a case)
I don't sneak diss, the sh*t I tell my dog the sh*t I'll say in your face (Say in a n***a face)
Perc' got fentanyl on 'em, he still want him a sixty (Want him a sixty)
I took my brother Ruger and told him think and I gave him a .50 (Gave him a .50, oh)
That backdoor cool where I'm from, that sh*t new in the city (Oh, oh, oh)
And y'all be hanging and playing the game together, you know you snitchin' (Oh, oh, oh)
I be tired of losing my n***as to n***as who knew the killer (Who knew the killer)
Threw up my guts, I seen that footage, you don't know that feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't hang with my n***as, homies dolo, I don't know them n***as (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why they play with me on IG like we lame? They know we killers, yeah
I can't ever go back (Oh, oh) to the way sh*t was (Oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want (Oh, oh)
I can't ever go back to the way sh*t was (Oh)
I done came too far (Uh), put that on everything I love (Damn, Ryder)
Roaches in the crib (Uh-uh), mama on drugs (No-uh)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (No-oh, oh)
I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't (Damn, Ryder)
Uh (No, no), uh, uh, uh, uh (No, oh, oh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (No, oh), uh, uh (Uh), uh (Damn, Ryder)
Used to hit the block and serve
Work the rock like Kyrie Irv'
Link up with gang, like, what's the word?
Pull up, skrrt, switchin' lanes might jump the curb
And, yeah, b*t*h, I'm really him, put that on fire, f**k what you heard
Got three .50s, that's 150, ain't no limit, I f**k with Herb
Lil' kids turned grown men, we come from cribs dysfunctional
Gotta learn how to play your own hand, don't ever get too comfortable
That's lil' sh*t, he can think he hot 'til them real killers come and humble you
All day, tell 'em, "Spin the block," 'til your best friend laying under you
Know 'bout late nights and that hunger
Know 'bout rainy days and that thunder
I know lil' n***as on slime sh*t, no Young Thugs and Gunnas
We was in the field, Glock kick back, we gon' kick it off like punters
I'm Too Turnt Gang, got five in me, I ain't never been no runner (b*t*h)
I can't ever go back (Oh, oh) to the way sh*t was (Oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want (Oh, oh, oh)
I can't ever go back to the way sh*t was (Oh)
I done came too far (Uh), put that on everything I love (Damn, Ryder)
Roaches in the crib (Uh-uh), mama on drugs (No-uh)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (No-oh, oh)
I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't (Damn, Ryder)
I come from the muddiest part of the trenches where n***as are dyin' today
n***as into it with you but n***as gon' hang in clique and be in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'd rather be on the case and stay in the mix than be in a n***a case (Be in a n***a case)
I don't sneak diss, the sh*t I tell my dog the sh*t I'll say in your face (Say in a n***a face)
Perc' got fentanyl on 'em, he still want him a sixty (Want him a sixty)
I took my brother Ruger and told him think and I gave him a .50 (Gave him a .50, oh)
That backdoor cool where I'm from, that sh*t new in the city (Oh, oh, oh)
And y'all be hanging and playing the game together, you know you snitchin' (Oh, oh, oh)
I be tired of losing my n***as to n***as who knew the killer (Who knew the killer)
Threw up my guts, I seen that footage, you don't know that feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't hang with my n***as, homies dolo, I don't know them n***as (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why they play with me on IG like we lame? They know we killers, yeah
I can't ever go back (Oh, oh) to the way sh*t was (Oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want (Oh, oh)
I can't ever go back to the way sh*t was (Oh)
I done came too far (Uh), put that on everything I love (Damn, Ryder)
Roaches in the crib (Uh-uh), mama on drugs (No-uh)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (No-oh, oh)
I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't (Damn, Ryder)
