Run It Back (feat. 03 Greedo)

(AceTheFace)

We was gettin' money, we was gettin' money

(Joog)

(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)

Yeah-yeah (Ron-Ron, do that shit)

We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that'll back that ass up

Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up

Shorty, you better not act up (Yeah)

We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that'll back that ass up (Yeah)

Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up

Shorty, you better not act up

**** workin' with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah

I'm just smokin', countin' bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah

I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah

I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah

I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down

All my **** got the boats now, you know how

We be rockin' off the cocaine, the whole town

Wanna fuck with a **** now, I hold it down

Yung Joc on a **** now, she goin' down

Yung Joc on a **** now, she goin' down

Got the pipe like a plumber, ****, I'm a drummer, ****

Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin' Drummer ****

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that

I'm the type of **** break your back, then run it back

Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad

I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess

She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl

I'm that ****, that ****-**** that hit it, girl

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch, I'm that ****, just listen (Listen)

Pistols in the party, **** (Bah), I can feel the tension (Ayy)

They don't want us in the hood like a fucked up engine

Bitch, if you can't take the heat, get out my muhfuckin' kitchen (Bitch)

Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention

When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened (Ayy)

When I wake up in the mornin', all I'm thinkin' 'bout is checking

Wack a **** then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your (Gang, gang)

Pull up on my opps, we got 'em sick as hell, that **** tellin'

They like, "Lil' Rob, you slick as hell," my **** felons

Where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin' (Ayy)

Said where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin', ayy

Bitch, I'm tryna go, yeah, I'm rockin' shows, yeah (Rockin' shows)

Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I'm fuckin' hoes, yeah

Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah, I'm crackin' codes, yeah (Ayy)

If we beefin' let me know, yeah, I'm finna blow, yeah (I'ma finna blow)

Young **** need a city chick, real saditty bitch (What?)

Type of ho that'll swallow me until she finish it (Finish it)

Yeah, you cute, but that ain't enough, I need a thicker bitch (Thicker bitch)

He wasn't cuttin' it, that lil' baby need some bigger dick (Ayy)

That's a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (This a bigger stick)

Popped a Perky, now a **** feelin' sick as shit (Feelin' sick as shit)

Just made the flip and shit, my **** gettin' rich as shit

She actin' innocent, but she ain't really innocent (Damn)

I just caught another bag, made five in a hour

**** love gettin' bags (Bitch), I make five in the shower (Yuh)

In the mall poppin' tags, spending bags by the thousand

Who them **** gettin' that? Bitch, don't ask 'cause they around us

Kickin' doors and throwin' up pounds of steel, walkin' with the choppas still

Got it on me walking out the pharm', I got a lotta pills

Got it on me walking out the bank, I got a lotta bills

Old hundreds, sippin' old red, show you how I feel

I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip (Nah)

Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip

Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that

I'm the type of **** break your back then run it back

Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad

I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess

She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl

I'm that ****, that ****-**** that hit it, girl