Run it Back Lyrics

What they thought that I was done huh

Like the tag say finesse, yeah let's run it back

They can't play me like I ain't dropping all this 80's crack

If I fall out with rapping I put on my trappers hat

Let's get in to that

Phone jumping plenty work I keep clientele

I just ran up fifty with finesse and he was high as hell

I might tell a lie but I'll never put it on the scale

Pockets fat eating good nigga can't you tell

Nother fifty nother hundred it's a working summer

Come and get some work I'll probably hit you with a better number

Money good real solid I got real hunnas

Niggas say he keeping up with Gotti better bet the under

What you doing tryna come and bring that bag in

I'm only one of one, no I ain't nobody twin

Only thing I trust is paper why I need a friend

Watch me hit the back door when you see this grin

And I laid the concrete like I'm C&M

Wimp I need another M

They can't hate, only thing they say is that that nigga him

Ballin like I'm in the gym

Money bring it to the end

Niggas wanna click with big rude for a chance to win

Yeah I'm back, yeah I'm back what it is hoe

Gotti still got the streets on lock like it's a figure four

I'm havin plenty O's

What you want come get some more

I got niggas out on front street that'll kick the door

Skrrr skrrr skrrr skrrr skrrr

My wrist ain't left the bowl

Skrrr Rollie skrrr skrrr

There that nigga go

I know that these niggas hot, thought that I went cold

Neck and wrist on plenty froze

Yeah I'm in a different mode

You know yo girl out here choosing probably need to let her go

Yeah I'm back, yeah I'm back what it is hoe

Gotti still got the streets on lock like it's a figure four

I'm havin plenty O's

What you want come get some more

I got niggas out on front street that'll kick the door