Run It Back By Shoreline Mafia
(AceTheFace)
We was gettin’ money, we was gettin’ money
(Joog)
(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)
Yeah-yeah (Ron-Ron, do that ***)
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
Niggas 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 *** her by the throat now, she go down
All my niggas got the boats now, you know how
We be rockin’ off the ***, the whole town
Wanna *** 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 niggas
Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I’m the type of *** break your back, then run it back
*** soakin’ on my ***’ lap, she love the dad
I’ma hit it, make him ***’ 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
***, 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 *** up engine
***, if you can’t take the heat, get out my muhfuckin’ kitchen (***)
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 niggas felons
Where I’m from, ***, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ ***, we sellin’ (Ayy)
Said where I’m from, ***, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ ***, we sellin’, ayy
***, I’m tryna go, yeah, I’m rockin’ shows, yeah (Rockin’ shows)
Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I’m ***’ hoes, yeah
Serve a *** 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 *** (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 *** (Thicker ***)
He wasn’t cuttin’ it, that lil’ baby need some bigger *** (Ayy)
That’s a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (This a bigger stick)
Popped a Perky, now a *** feelin’ sick as *** (Feelin’ sick as ***)
Just made the flip and ***, my niggas gettin’ rich as ***
She actin’ innocent, but she ain’t really innocent (Damn)
I just caught another bag, made five in a hour
Niggas love gettin’ bags (***), I make five in the shower (Yuh)
In the mall poppin’ tags, spending bags by the thousand
Who them niggas gettin’ that? ***, 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 *** at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
I don’t trust ’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip
Hundred *** 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
*** soakin’ on my ***’ lap, she love the dad
I’ma hit it, make him ***’ mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl
I’m that ***, that ***-*** that hit it, girl