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Goin Back 2 Ella

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"Goin Back 2 Ella." - Yeat

Monday, 26 October 2026, 12:31 am

Album: 4L

Track No: 05

I just hit NY
And you know I was on a private jet flight
Going back to Ella, going back to Ella, yeah
Yeah, yeah, finna go hit Ella
Finna call my twizz up, yeah
Finna go back to re-up, yeah
Yeah
Finna go back
Going back to Ella
Bitch, I'm going back to Ella
I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to Ella, going back to Ella
Going back to Ella
Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to Ella
Going back to Ella, yeah
I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper
Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun
Boot up, yeah
I hit the double R dealership, I got a Rolls-Royce umbrella, yeah
Bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it
High with the gods, then I'm up till infinity
Yeah, Maison Margiela that bitch, I went and put paint on her face
All of my twizzies been running this shit the fuck up every day, they can't keep up the pace
Run it up
I'm in a mansion by myself
Yeah
And the cologne came from YSL
Yeah, ow
Fucking this bitch up in any room, she can't contain herself, ah
Yeah
Yeah, bitch, you know what's going on
Yeah
Uh, bitch, you know who going up
Uh-huh
Yeah, all my brothers know it's up
Yeah, bitch, I always run it up
Aye, yo
Yeah, bitch, all that ain't nothing to us
Nothing to us
Bitch, all I do is run it up
Woo
Yeah, bitch, I took the coupe to the telly and valet
Bitch, I came out the beast like I'm in Belly
All of my diamonds is flawless
I left the bank, I ain't make no deposit
You would've thought my twizzy went off his mop pulling up with a 5.56
Yeah, woo
And you would've thought I would've been the one that died, but the gun got the tits on it
Tits
I only rap 'bout the shit that I do, I live
I sip on the Wock', I don't sip on no Pibb, yeah
I can't even say that they fell off 'cause they ain't even get on, yeah
Yeah, they wanna sit back and talk they shit, they don't got nothing to piss on
Nothing at all
Called up Eliantte, canary diamonds, all them pissed on
Brrrt, brrrt
Called up my wrists and told 'em I'm finna put a hundred thousand on 'em
Yeah, my AP speaking in French, that bitch got baguettes on it
Yeah, oui
I ain't rocking no twenties, no fifties, no old hundreds, yeah, new blue hundreds, yeah, all that's on me
No
I done lost my grills, called the tooth fairy up and took a loss on it
Took a lil' L
Yeah, I ain't in no telly, I'm in the belly, yeah, Corvette, let's floor the bitch out
Ride out
Who is your brodie? Why they capping 'bout they rapping? They ain't even live 'bout
Cap 'bout
Yeah, I been doing this shit for so damn long, I done learned everything
Yo, yeah, yeah
Going back to Ella
Yeah, bitch, I'm going back to Ella
I spent a week in NY, but I'm going back to Ella, going back to Ella
Going back to Ella
Yeah, I got some pints on the way and some Percs on the way, so I'm going back to Ella
Going back to Ella, yeah
I got a couple of vibes that's gon' slide to the crib and eat a lil' supper
Yeah, I woke up when it's night, finna boot off this X and go to sleep when I see the sun
Boot up, yeah
I hit the double R dealership
I got a Rolls-Royce umbrella, yeah
Bring back the coupe, I ain't feeling it
High with the gods, then I'm up till infinity
Yeah, Maison Margiela that bitch, I went and put paint on her face
All of my twizzies been running this shit the fuck up every day, they can't keep up the pace
Run it up
I'm in a mansion by myself
Yeah, yeah
And the cologne came from YSL
Yeah, ow
Fucking this bitch up in any room, she can't contain herself, ah
Yeah

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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