Bring It Back (Remix)

Sunrey: Hasbro the way im toyin with em Flows is what a young boy switchin If you need the proof, the pudding’s standing right in front of you Babe ruth with the hits, every day i’m writing one or two All about that paper, can’t miss a beat I don’t think that chase would, disagree If we talking slappers, i’m the king of that I sing and rap, if we talking stacks Chase: I’ll bring it back, if i see ya cap, ima peel it back Hit his ass like i'm trimmin grass off a chia pet We to rap, like what metal gear was to sneak attacks (!) You gon have get up out that box if you gon see success Hit her with this solid snake and she gon be your ex And if you think she cut you deep, you should see my back Hate to beat a dead horse, but i got her in bed more Than rick in episode 1, comatose with bed sores Sunrey: My new attitude cavalier, it’s on quicken loans I hit every single one of my fucks with eviction notes Bitter neighbors bitching cause i blast my shit fortissimo Tryna get my beak up in the bread like chicken tikka rolls (masala) When i’m on stage, issa sacrament Born A Rap Savior, peep them letters, issa acronym Ooh, bring it back if you ain’t catch that shit Always hostile to these rappers like they backpacking Chase: Bring it back, and release the kraken, i'm a beast, you maggot Reach the magazine, and sear his ass until he hears the masses U kiss the barrel, get a big bang, y’all can keep the scrappin' Know when this' K pop, i leave a G draggin' Red velvet highlights, had to wet 'em up If she bad i hit it twice, inside her bentley truck I don't miss a false flagger, when i gun 'em down Run mothafucka, run, better run, now Sunrey: Sun, burn you like a bunsen, you done, blaow You sound dumbed down, well i’m done, tell you bums, ciao Coming at your jug, make you gulp, spit your gum out Two of us buzzing, this just sesh one, like kung pao (yummy!) Wrote this shit in calcutta, whole crew on the same side, last supper Those who, tryna take mine shall suffer, i capture the whole movement, like fast shutters, yeah Ya novia over she get the churro hard, duro Secret rapper sun leave you in the dark, chiaroscuro [BEAT SWITCH] [Verse 2: Chase and Sunrey] Okay, bring it back, get it back to rap, i got sick of that Me and walker link up on a track, homie issa wrap From 44 to the three and a third We fucking up the game, giving y’all the bees and the birds You see how we murder, mc’s with just the ease of these words We takin up the first and second, but you easily third Don’t take it personal, name a rapper hot as me that you heard Man, most of y’all still going backwards turning cheese into curd, listen I guide the squad to the top like a sherpa, ooh I said take off that bra gimme top like a shirt bruh I’m finna cop a cavali fur for my mom Your mcm just chomped down on a tide pod We transatlantic, tryna cross us there’s a chance you vanish Crew behind us yeah we troop heavy like afghanistan is Man the cannons, cameras can’t capture the catalysmic Catastrophes we exhibit when tellin rappers to can it Rap my shit and they abandon they ship, like crackin the whip No juugin’ nor finessin’, they just hand me they shit Saturday latter day saint, got all your baes in my whip Happily they get passed down like the family biz Rappers throw tantrums and diss, i can’t be mad at my kids Don’t worry i ain’t finna hurt em just a slap on the wrist But, see this smack go cracking down through your skin and ligaments Nigga, this shit’ll burn like sunrays on solstices The most gifted, the hoes don’t get this whole dick I juxtapose ‘em, just to pose ‘em, just to post a pic I'm just supposed to boast and coast on every beat we chose to rip MCs get barbecued, spit roasted, over an open pit Bitch