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Back From The Dead Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung flack
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Yung Flack, Alexander Brown IV




Yung flack - Back From The Dead Lyrics




Got to get that boy CCM, my hunnid bangs
Woke up from the meds, back from the dead
On the side of the bed, cup filled with red
Three bitches in rotation, I left two on read

And they all gon' do what 4 say like it's Simon Says
We had t-shirts, trap out, put you straight to bed
She say her knees hurt, perky, got me up like lead
I don't know why he out the crib, he don't even got ten

And hell yeah, I'm finna perform, so I got blick in
Real trap nigga, jeweler got straight rubber bands
Real sap sipper, in my cup got hella meds
I was hitting them licks, hit your window, latch it in

And when I hit that f*ckin' block, I got that package in
Why he steady cappin'? He ain't got a band
Why he steady rappin'? He ain't got no fans
These niggas tryna come up, this shit here ain't even easy

I was posted with ghetto boys, and I ain't even know peezy
Strugglin', duffelin', and doublin'
I done did this shit so much, I don't know how much I spent
If I could, I'd free my niggas, I'd knock down all the pens

The striker call it strike out when we pull up, knock ya friends
She a freak, but on the IG, that lil' bitch a ten
She say lil' four, I like your flow, she tryna get it in
Yeah, I got racks, yeah, I got dough, but I ain't tryna spend

I told that bitch that I'm a p, she say she understand
Ballin' every month like I don't got no seasons
I been tunnel vision future, nigga, know the meaning
I don't really need no backup, I'm my own demon

And from some niggas, had to back up, got my own reasons
Trap out, trap out, trap out, trap out, all I know
Florida boy its hot as hell, me and D-Boy had to snow
And they ain't even say no sentence, he just went and told

Street cred ain't got no image, niggas bent and fold
Way before the foreigns, nigga was riding lemon
Better know that time cost you, better pay attention
500 for this shirt, this shit look vintage

I'm bound to hit you where It hurt, I never leave the mission
I'm bound to hit you where I hurt, I never leave the mission
You know this ain't never over, gotta complete the mission
4WAY
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Got to get that boy CCM, my hunnid bangs
Woke up from the meds, back from the dead
On the side of the bed, cup filled with red
Three bitches in rotation, I left two on read

And they all gon' do what 4 say like it's Simon Says
We had t-shirts, trap out, put you straight to bed
She say her knees hurt, perky, got me up like lead
I don't know why he out the crib, he don't even got ten

And hell yeah, I'm finna perform, so I got blick in
Real trap nigga, jeweler got straight rubber bands
Real sap sipper, in my cup got hella meds
I was hitting them licks, hit your window, latch it in

And when I hit that f*ckin' block, I got that package in
Why he steady cappin'? He ain't got a band
Why he steady rappin'? He ain't got no fans
These niggas tryna come up, this shit here ain't even easy

I was posted with ghetto boys, and I ain't even know peezy
Strugglin', duffelin', and doublin'
I done did this shit so much, I don't know how much I spent
If I could, I'd free my niggas, I'd knock down all the pens

The striker call it strike out when we pull up, knock ya friends
She a freak, but on the IG, that lil' bitch a ten
She say lil' four, I like your flow, she tryna get it in
Yeah, I got racks, yeah, I got dough, but I ain't tryna spend

I told that bitch that I'm a p, she say she understand
Ballin' every month like I don't got no seasons
I been tunnel vision future, nigga, know the meaning
I don't really need no backup, I'm my own demon

And from some niggas, had to back up, got my own reasons
Trap out, trap out, trap out, trap out, all I know
Florida boy its hot as hell, me and D-Boy had to snow
And they ain't even say no sentence, he just went and told

Street cred ain't got no image, niggas bent and fold
Way before the foreigns, nigga was riding lemon
Better know that time cost you, better pay attention
500 for this shirt, this shit look vintage

I'm bound to hit you where It hurt, I never leave the mission
I'm bound to hit you where I hurt, I never leave the mission
You know this ain't never over, gotta complete the mission
4WAY
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Writer: Yung Flack, Alexander Brown IV
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