Run It Back - SHORELINE MAFIA, 03 Greedo

We was gettin' money, tryna make that cash up

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

Don’t be actin' funny, will you clap that ass up?

Shawty you better not

We was gettin' money, tryna make that cash up

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

Don’t be actin' funny, will you clap that ass up?

Niggas workin' with the feds, yeah

They dead, yeah

I’m just smokin', countin' bread, yeah

Pop Mez, yeah

I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah

I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah

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

All my niggas got the boats now

You know how, we be rockin' off the cocaine

The whole town wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down

Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down

Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down

Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga

I’m a drummer, nigga

Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin' drummer niggas

Yeah that kitty cat, give me that

I’m the type of nigga break your back then run it back

Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap

She love to, I’ma hit it, make 'em fuckin' mad

I make a mess, she a muhfuckin', get it girl

She get it girl

I’m the nigga, the nigga-nigga

That hit it, girl

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch I’m that nigga, just listen (Listen)

Pistols in the party, nigga I can feel the tension

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

Shout out all my shooters, couple names I can’t mention

When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listen

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

Wack a nigga then I’m to keep me out the

All my opps, we got 'em sick as hell

That nigga tellin'

They like «Lil' Rob, you slick as hell»

My niggas felons

Where I’m from, bitch we don’t do the drugs

Look, bitch we sellin' it

Where I’m from, bitch we don’t do the drugs

Look, bitch we sellin' it

Bitch we tryna go, yeah

I’m rockin' shows, yeah

Throw that money on the floor, yeah

I’m fuckin' hoes, yeah

Send the pussy on my phone, yeah

I’m crackin' codes, yeah

If we beefin' let me know, yeah

I’m finna blow, yeah

Young nigga need a sick chick

Real bitch

Type of hoe that swallow until she finish it

Yeah you cut but that ain’t enough, I need a thicker bitch

You wasn’t cuttin' it, lil' baby need some bigger dick

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

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

Just made it flippin' shit, my niggas gettin' rich as shit

She actin' innocent but she ain’t really innocent

I just caught a real bad bih, five in the L

My niggas love gettin' bands, I’m like five in the shower

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

Who them niggas gettin' that?

Bitch don’t ask 'cause they are robbers

Kicking doors still

Walking with the choppa still

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

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

All hunnids, sippin' on red, show you how it feel

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

Hunnid bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

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

Hunnid bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

Yeah that kitty cat, give me that

I’m the type of nigga break your back then run it back

Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap

She love to, I’ma hit it, make 'em fuckin' mad

I make a mess, she a muhfuckin', get it girl

She get it girl

I’m the nigga, the nigga-nigga

That hit it, girl