Run It Back(Freestyle)

Big back woods, we ain't smoking dutches
Niggas say he want beef, I take that boy to Rushes
Red beam on his cheek lookin' like a nigga blushing Another body drop, another family beg for justice
Everything, zing drop A classic like a fuckin' Cutlass
Chains on me, but we escape slavery like I'm Frederick Douglass
One MC with his hammer, a nigga better not touch me
The streets a contact sport just like a game of rugby
Gotta separate from niggas when you move different
Nigga acting gangster, but I find out he a stooge pigeon
I love my swiper with them BOAC 2 Instants
White boy shave the fire pen down, he made shoot different
You ain't no shooter, you gon' pop in the air just like a banshee
Everywhere I go, I show my ass like a damn chimpanzee
Come to your block, won't get your corner back like Jalen Ramsey
Solid gold hidden in my mouth came straight from Andy
I'm on that tron, feel good when I'm intoxicated
Streets, you got a slim chance at life, cause everybody's shady
This shit get wicked, gotta pray for everybody's safety
Niggas shootin' with their eyes closed and they shot a baby

I'm not bragging, I'm just rappin
Cause my life is crazy
Best get it cracking, never lacking
Stick ain't got no safety
Big brody Trapping made it happen
Im serving Junkies daily
Somebody call DSS, the way he whip them babies
Lil' bro in love with the Trapping how them pounds smell
All he wanna do is Trap in bo's and boost his clientele
He say he never going broke again, he feel like Kentrail
On the road to riches, all he needed was his damn scale
Lino with the plug, now the hood smell like California
Bubble baths and Zaza Different flavors of that marijuana
Niggas wanna rob him, but he with it, better not run up on him
He know if 12, raid the spot It's over, he a fucking goner
In Cali with the plug, they taught him how to be a smuggler
He vacuum seal, spray it Cause the weed locked in the muffler
You can't hit his phone unless you his mama or a customer
He pushing so much weight you think that lil' nigga was muscular
Started with a cutie, now he working with like 50 bo's
Plug fucking with him hard he say go front him 50 more
Focus on the bag, all he know is get them bitches sold
Getting cash, it's the only thing that'll lift his soul
Plug called him, say, can you bring a hunnid back
He thinkin' to myself, like damn
I can turn up from that
Bag sold low, he go trip it flip it, double that
And sell everything, and hit the plug and tell him, run it back