Run It Back lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Ahh, ahh
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Lot of motherf*ckers out here wanna be me
But tell these motherf*ckers I get to it, best weep
b*tch, call me Freddy Krueger, always in a ho jeans
He speaking on my name and I'ma leave it in the streets
Bad b*tch on my di*k, if you ain't f*ckin', why you here?
All the poles in this party, I'll leave a n*gga here
n*ggas playin' like they demons 'til they meet Lil Haiti
It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll cash out a broke b*tch
b*tch, f*ck if you basic, let's see if you take di*k
Slow dancing in Matrix, tell her "Ahh"
Ayy, on my mama, where my money at?
Yeah, b*tch, I'm a dog, I don't f*ck with cats
Ho, this ain't no Tom and Jerry, I ain't chasing rats
Catch me in the pen where the bulls at
b*tch, I'm a blue nose, I keep blue strips
n*ggas playin' Blues Clues, I'm emptying clips
I pull it off the hip, make that f*cker rip
Ooh, ooh, when I'm off the E, off the yarn, hee
Hot, hot, super duper hot, rrah, I mean
You better join the winning team like you KD (Clout chasin' ass)
Clout chasing n*gga, beat his ass on the elevator
Stall him out for what? A sucker n*gga can't get a hard pass
But wait, yeah, there's more
Your b*tch a whore, a real f*ckin' goer
Got her on her knees, she like, "Daddy, I want more"
b*tch, you got broke n*gga problems, like, "Where the weed at?"
I thought you was the plug, like where your tree at?
Today I got time, cuz, like we had, n*gga
Bustdown, bustdown, bustdown, like I'm Ye too
Hangin' off that K like a J, f*ck a sextape
I got the drop from the b*tch, where that n*gga stay?
Straighten his whip with this stick, I don't play 'round
If you a real n*gga in this b*tch, throw your gang up
If you a bad b*tch, bounce that ass, ho, shake somethin'
I like a gangster b*tch, yeah, with an attitude
b*tch, throw that ass back, what that sh*t do?
I know a thousand ways to get paid, b*tch
If you ain't payin' what you weighin', get up out my face, b*tch
Why would I f*ck with some n*gga that I don't know?
How would you feel if I f*cked on your main ho?
b*tch, I done lost my motherf*ckin' mind
Hello, all I see is blue chips, blue chips
Don't be playin' 'bout my paper, you get hit hit
In your b*tch DM's, what you gon' do about it?
Make the ho walls loose, break the b*tch down
It's way too many n*ggas in this party, where the hoes at?
n*ggas in here trippin' in this b*tch, where my pole at?
Toetag one of these f*ck n*ggas that's speaking on my city
I spell Stockton with two C's, I f*ck with a few B's
Throwin' up the B for the block 'cause we got a lot
Matter fact, this a slap, MarB, run it back
Matter fact, this a slap, MarB, run it back