Tablefourteen, Retri - Run it back lyrics
[Tablefourteen, Retri - Run it back lyrics]
Smoke that pack
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah I hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back
Throw her corpse into a coffin while
I'm smoking on a blunt
I could tell the world about how
You betrayed the man you loved
You're addicted to your trauma
I'm addicted to your drugs
Karma smacks up like a bitch
And you deserve it, fucking cunt
I don't fuck, with no cheats
I don't fuck, with no snakes
Now your future's looking bleak
And the world will know your name
I don't fuck, with your love
I don't fuck, with your lies
You'll be one and fucking done
Hope he decimates your life smoke that pack
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah i hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back
Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe
Grab a missile out the sky and with
It yeah I killed your hoe
Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe
Grab a missile out the sky and with
It yeah I killed your hoe fuck a no melody
That what you tellin me
Miss what you sayin g
Go back and pay the fee
Shit I forgot you cheap
All these kids trailing me
But you all failing to catch up (aye)
Come on bitch you heard me catch up
Imma turn you into catch up
Use you like a condom (condiment)
I know you ain’t too fond of it
If you ain’t speeding up you
Gon get smacked up
Pussy boy stand up put both those hands up
Kill all these artists you know
That I’m next up
Future king of hell yeah the
Demons wish me well
You think this a joke and
It’s so easy to tell
Dark alleys with the blade
That’s where I dwell
You think this a joke and
It’s so easy to tell
Dark alleys with the blade
That’s where I dwell smoke that pack
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah I hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah I hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back
Throw her corpse into a coffin while
I'm smoking on a blunt
I could tell the world about how
You betrayed the man you loved
You're addicted to your trauma
I'm addicted to your drugs
Karma smacks up like a bitch
And you deserve it, fucking cunt
I don't fuck, with no cheats
I don't fuck, with no snakes
Now your future's looking bleak
And the world will know your name
I don't fuck, with your love
I don't fuck, with your lies
You'll be one and fucking done
Hope he decimates your life smoke that pack
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah i hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back
Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe
Grab a missile out the sky and with
It yeah I killed your hoe
Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe
Grab a missile out the sky and with
It yeah I killed your hoe fuck a no melody
That what you tellin me
Miss what you sayin g
Go back and pay the fee
Shit I forgot you cheap
All these kids trailing me
But you all failing to catch up (aye)
Come on bitch you heard me catch up
Imma turn you into catch up
Use you like a condom (condiment)
I know you ain’t too fond of it
If you ain’t speeding up you
Gon get smacked up
Pussy boy stand up put both those hands up
Kill all these artists you know
That I’m next up
Future king of hell yeah the
Demons wish me well
You think this a joke and
It’s so easy to tell
Dark alleys with the blade
That’s where I dwell
You think this a joke and
It’s so easy to tell
Dark alleys with the blade
That’s where I dwell smoke that pack
I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
Beat this bitch black
Got you in my scope hit that collat
Yeah I hit that
Pull up to your house with the kalash
I got big racks
Spend it on your murder run it back
Run it back yeah i'm about to run it back