Fetro & Yung Flaco - Run It Back (feat. Yung Flaco) Lyrics

Bitch I'm back but i ain't never left Had to catch my breathe
I been crossing niggas left & right Had to watch my step
If it's pressure imma step but i ain't dancing nigga
This 40 turn ya favorite rapper to a dancing nigga
If he trippin hold his ass up for ransom nigga
And my nigga brought the 40 so we blammin niggas
Diamonds flashin like he walkin in wit cameras wit em
Walkin wit the tool
The hammer got the nails up in it
Bro get the weed we roll him up and than we smoke his ass
This money make ya smoking buddy really smoke ya ass
Bitch i been bagging up them grams well now I'm in my bag
I call up flac he open shop another body bag
Another body bag and tag em bitch these niggas Faggots
Wrap these rappers like a brick i put his ass in plastic
Pussy nigga talkin tuff i caught his ass in traffic
Made his ass disappear Big Flac I'm doin magic
Yea it's dooms day
Moved the whole package on Tuesday
I'm in who's lane
Niggas is pussy and to lame
Check the food chain
Look at the top and see who's name
Imma blue flame
Throwin them rackies in blue flame
Hit my bitch up from the back she screaming out ouu bae
Daddy gimme more i told her ass ok
On my big boss shit I'm feeling like rozay
I'm the plug for the soft aint no callin no josè
Bitch I aint the plug but yea i got it in
This right here that drop so they gone shop again
Shawty trynna f*ck i said invite a friend
And these bitches thicker than a snicker i might pipe again
All these niggas sneak dissin till i pop up on em
Pillow talkin wit these bitches got the drop up on em
Have my niggas press the issue better stop it homie
Told em Fetro keep the 40 like a Glock endorsement
They told me chill so i put diamonds on my grill
This new glock plastic i got tired of toting steel
They won't know when im ride by i changed the wheel
Yea i be rapping but I'm doing it for fun don't want a deal
Yeah we still grindin in this bitch wit out a deal
I'm tryna get my mom a house up in the hills
But I'm fighting cases payin niggas bails
I'm tryna make it out these streets this shit for real
You wait a week just for a stack now that's a damn shame
I spend a stack and get it back all in the same day
No he ain't getting to no money that's wat they say
Bitch I'm eating but before i eat i say my damn grace
I run that check up
I'm sick i think i need a check up
I make the call my yungin come an hit em from the neck up
So nigga press up
Applying all this f*cking pressure
Pop that nigga leave his mans and have him clean the mess up
These niggas talking out they ass they need to cut it out
Talkn bout they got it in i had to front it out
Play with me you gone see youngens all in front of ya house
Pistol out
Tell me wats that's shit that you was talkn bout
What the f*ck they talking bout a lot of cappin
Never bust they pipe these niggas duckin action
You can ask about Big Flac i gets it brackin
Heavy trappin and my niggas pistol packin
I ain't come to play i came to get the check
Look there go some money syke i broke ya neck
I been snapping out so give me my respect
Pussy niggas speaking on me name but won't say it direct