Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isago Oasireletsa Sebina
Songwriter
Katlo Mochotlhi
Songwriter
Arona Anthony Olweny
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Not again Isa!)
(Trinity Records Special)
I told that bitch i'm not into dat
Told her don't fuck with tha internet
Yuhh, she told me to post her, but I told that bitch I don't fuck with tha internet
If you don't get it, jus run it back
I been on the field like a quarterback
She throwing it back like a quarterback
I fuck her just once, I don't call her back(yuh uh)
Been at the top, no goin' off(goin' off)
Most of you **** jus showin' off(showin' off)
I been at the top, i'm not fallin' off(fallin' off)
I know that you heard this on goin' off
(Ouu Ouu)
Somebody stop me, i'm goin' off(I'm goin' off, i'm goin' off)
I can't be tamed, i'm an animal
Yea yea
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
Chasing the money i'm running laps
Changing my sound, yea im in my bag
Trinity records we counting stacks
Givenchy odour she love the scent
Running up numbers we pushing packs
Getting you hooked like you smoking crack
Got a new bitch, I aint going back
Going back, going back, going back
I been the hottest, they been a fan
Smoking on cheese, yea we blowing dank
And you know that i'm fly, yea I been the man
And you know that she feining, she running back
And you know that she love me, she coming back
Outta body, you know that she need me back
(Huh, yeah!)
And i'm switching the flow(yuh yuh)
And she said she need more(yuh yuh)
And I said close the door (yuh yuh)
While im sipping on 4's yuh yuh, she told me that you a lil hoe yuh yuh
And I told her for sure yuh yuh, now drop that lil ass to the floor yuh yuh
(Huh!)
Hey , she throwing that shit like a quarterback
I'm catching that shit like a running back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
And I feel like Letsile been runnin' laps
I been runnin' the game, you know none of that
Make these bitches go crazy, you know none of that
I been counting my pape, you know none of that
I swear lately I feel like the fuckin' man
Tell a bad bitch hell no, I ain't fuckin' that
Take a look at the score yeah I'm uppin' that
Uppin' that, uppin' that, uppin' that
Fucked on your girl, I was up in that
You cuffed a hoe, yeah you stuck with that
Twenty-six gang, we don't fuck with nats'
And don't call my phone if it ain't bout' bands yeah
(Where's Antwaann ?)
Hey, yeah fuck it my bag different
Don't give a fuck I'mma brag different
Don't give a fuck, I'mma act different
Talkin' on gang I'mma act livid
I kicked tha cup with tha act sippin'
I'm one of one you can't match with me
I told your hoe do a dance for me, yeah
Written by: Arona Anthony Olweny, Isago Oasireletsa Sebina, Katlo Mochotlhi