Run It Back

Run it back, run it back, run it back, I call it run then I'm back
Run it back, run it back, run it back, I call it run then I'm back

Run it back, like a tag team
Shake it back, like a twerk team
Stealing ya girl for a weekend, she call me Papi
Dropping the bitch on the next day, Issa fast trip
24, bitch pass the dough
Pass it around till we fly, outta this fucking dome
Call it glow, kitty hoe, passed her around the crew, now she fucking bros
Run it back, if you owe me, don't brag
Call her back, She so bad, she a brat
Fuck her bad, using chains, floor mat
Take a shot, double cup, roll fat
Like 'em fat, big ass, make it flash
Cash Advance, bought her shoes then we smashed
Take her to the mall for some fucking bags
Fuck her in the closet, call it freaky bash
Im sipping lean, you snoring crack
Swerving a Rari for weekend, pressing the gas pad
Sitting back watching the Simpsons, wheres the Bart at
Going to kitchen, Pouring a Liq in, I think you geeking
Gucci clothes, got on white air force
Feeling low, called a hoe, quick blow
Driving ghost, 2 sitter, fuck you thought
Feeling lost, popping Xan, and I'm gone
Fucked yo bitch, laid the ball in the hole
Hit the road, came to party, stole the show
Foreign Dough, Got afghani, Over dose
You on reggie, you a peasant, you a soft

Run it back, run it back, run it back, I call it run then Im back
Run it back, run it back, run it back, I call it run then Im back

Play it back, just like a violin track
Money pack, I get my money in stacks
Loui Bag, leather seats covered with packs
Fuck a hash, We getting high on some gas
Call on cast, nice little face but that ass
Got her fast, first we smash then relax
Got a tat, name of her bf, he mad
Money stacked, ain't worried bouta thang
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back



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Writer(s): Yung Aye
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