03 Greedo, 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 (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 when you clap
That ass up
Shorty, you better not act up (yeah)
We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll
Back that ass up (yeah)
Don't be actin' funny when 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
Like hell yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah
Like hell yeah
I'ma fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' lap
She love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad
I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so 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
(Bah) , I can feel the tension (Ayy)
They don't want us in the hood
Like a fucked up engine
Bitch, if you can't take the heat
Get out my muhfuckin' kitchen (Bitch)
Ayy, shout out all my shooters
Couple names I can't mention
When your mama told you stay
Away from the gang, you shoulda listened
(Ayy) when I wake up in the mornin'
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is checking
Wack a nigga then I'm tourin'
Shoulda kept me out your (Gang, gang)
Pull up on 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, lil' bitch, we sellin'
(Ayy)
Said where I'm from, bitch, we don't do
The drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin', ayy

Bitch, I'm tryna go, yeah, I'm rockin' shows
Yeah (Rockin' shows)
Throw that money on the floor
Yeah, I'm fuckin' hoes, yeah
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'ma finna blow)
Young nigga need a city chick
Real saditty bitch (What?)
Type of ho that'll swallow me
Until she finish it (Finish it)
Yeah, you cute, but that ain't enough
I need a thicker bitch (Thicker bitch)
He wasn't cuttin' it
That lil' baby need some bigger dick (Ayy)
That's a thirty, this a fifty
This a bigger stick (This a bigger stick)
Popped a Perky
Now a nigga feelin' sick as shit
(Feelin' sick as shit)
Just made the flip and shit
My niggas gettin' rich as shit
She actin' innocent
But she ain't really innocent (Damn)

I just caught another bag
Made five in a hour niggas love gettin' bags
(Bitch) , I make five in the shower (Yuh)
In the mall poppin' tags
Spending 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 choppas still
Got it on me walking out the pharm'
I got a lotta pills
Got it on me walking out the bank
I got a lotta bills
Old hundreds, sippin' old red
Show you how I feel
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red
Show me how it sip (Nah)
Hundred bitches at the hotel
We got the lobby filled
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red
Show me how it sip
Hundred 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 fuckin' lap
She love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad
I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it
Girl