Run It Back

Let me spit on this track keep it realistic Made some many moves, with so many grooves Crazy shit just happen and you missed it Bitch got attitude acting all ballistic I said bitch who you talking to, and then I ditch it Racks at the finish and we'll pull the mission All the homies be balling off the commision Bitch told me her problem I didn't say I'll listen Told her to get down give me top and no ain't we kissin Damn right, can't have the homie stepping outta line If he do we'll drop the rat and tell the popo that they lyin We sniffin all day cuz we never pass on a line Cop the bitch, cuz we were taught to never pass on a dime Spit on a beat so fine, my the rhythm going like my flow it don't decline Too much heat on the beat, with these crazy rhymes Too much heat on the street, it's some crazy times Talking that action time to run it back I see you tryna flex, but where the racks We don't hate on a bitch we only spit the facts Respect to the OG for passing down the mac Realest playa on the streets I don't talk to rats Squad gon pull up, to have my back Now tell me bitch when you gon run it back I said tell me bitch when you gon run it back I see you my brodie in the same position While we going up, some crazy elevation Teach what you preach you never did admit it That's why your bitch at my pad giving good top, got me trippin Pour up a cup of lean and I'm sippin I'm MJ from the 95 bulls, with no Rodman no Pippen You see bitch you try, I floss a bitch with some form fashion nova online Cruse on a beat so smooth Spit so aggressive haters be like Tic Tic Boom, why you so rude Had one bad bitch drop her and now I got two I put ice on the bitch with some Gucci shoes Regular dudes get head in the room I get top in the coop on my way to the booth She sucking with commitment, that shit is true After the top got bitch looking like she showered in glue She putting work in the gym, on the glutes Take her to a party and then she throw it back like a fool Ass got me trippin, like I'm trippin on acid When I preview my songs, she sit on my lap and tell me it's a classic She hear the bars then wants the pipe she can have it She very good girl with some bad habits She a bad bitch, she a savage You other homies wish you can have it Talking that action time to run it back I see you tryna flexing, but where the racks We don't hate on a bitch only spit the facts Respect to the OG for passing down the mac Realest playa on the streets I don't talk to rats Squad gon pull up, to have my back Now tell me bitch when you gon run it back I said tell me bitch when you gon run it back Y'all mfs don't know what I'm about You making the moves you make only for the clout I'm a wild man, grew up in the hood Now I work a white collar, but still sell drugs Never had to flex where a homie came from You ain't on this level, we'll never be the same son Speaking to yall is a waste of my time Rapping on this beat, clueless like I'm blind Your bitch basic mine exotic she drip holy water, that pussy divine If you can hit, hit boy I ain't lying, one stroke in the bitch she got you hypnotized We climbing up the ladder, so damn high we ain't smoking on no shatter The higher we go, yeah the bitches get badder Got me like I gave that bitch dick, shoulda never had her Y'all mad cuz its facts Fucked with yall in the old days, but in my prime I'd be like hoe take lap Electric on a beat don't put it on full blast Shit give you a heart attack, and make you relapse Bars solid this the new rap, no disrespect to the greats of the past Might as well quote me on that, now move on back and bitch run the cash Tic Tic Boom