Shoreline Mafia - Run It Back Lyrics

(ACETHEFACE)
We was gettin' money
We was gettin' money
(Joog)
(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Ron Ron, do that shit)

We was gettin' money, tryna rack 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?
Shorty, you better not answer
We was gettin' money, tryna rack 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?
Shorty, you better not act up

Niggas workin' with the feds, yeah
They dead, yeah
I'm just smokin', countin' bread, yeah
Pop meds, 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin' lap
She love the dad, I'ma hit it, make 'em f*ckin' mad
I make a mess, she a motherf*ckin', get it girl
A get it girl
I'm that nigga, that 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 f*cked up engine
Bitch if you can't take the heat, get out my motherf*ckin' kitchen
Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention
When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listen (ayy)
When I wake up in the mornin', all I'm thinkin' 'bout is chicken
Wack a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your mental
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 (rockin' shows)
Throw that money on the floor, yeah
I'm f*ckin' hoes, yeah (servin hoes)
Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah
I'm crackin' codes, yeah (ayy)
If we beefin' let me know, yeah
I'm finna blow, yeah (I'm finna blow)
Young nigga need a city chick
Real saddity bitch
Type of hoe gon' swallow until she finish it (finish it)
Yeah you cute but that ain't enough, I need a thicker bitch (thicker bitch)
You wasn't cuttin' it, lil' baby need some bigger dick (ayy)
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 a flip and shit, my niggas gettin' rich as shit
She actin' innocent but she ain't really innocent

I just caught another bag, made five in an hour
Niggas love gettin' bags (bitch), I made five in the shower
In the mall, poppin' tags, spendin' bags by the thousand
Who them niggas gettin' that?
Bitch, don't ask 'cause they around us
Kickin' doors and throwin' up pounds of steel
Walkin' with the choppa still
Got it on me walkin' out the farm, I got a lotta pills
Got it on me walkin' out the bank, I got a lotta bills
Old hunnids, sippin' old red, show you how it feel
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it seal (nah)
Hunnid bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it seal
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 f*ckin' lap
She love the dad, I'ma hit it, make 'em f*ckin' mad
I make a mess, she a motherf*ckin', get it girl
A get it girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga-nigga
That hit it, girl