XXXTENTACION, Craig Xen - Run It Back! lyrics
XXXTENTACION [Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy] Deerfield Beach, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[XXXTENTACION, Craig Xen - Run It Back! lyrics]
You fuck niggas know what it is, man
We dropping that fire on you fuck niggas, man
We taking over the motherfucking streets
400 block shit, pussy nigga that part, ayy
Dumbass nigga
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back
Uh foreign bop, loaded Glock, I
Can’t never lack, uh
Lose the club, if you hit a
Lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch
How you do that? Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a
Bitch if he talk reck', uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't
Sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy
Run it back (Woo)
Pistols have him runnin' like
A fuckin' running back
Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back
(Where he at?) heard that he was gone
Bump in whoadie's place (One seven) , ayy
Shoot that fuck nigga for his sack
Lay him flat (Lay him flat)
Pussy try to cap
Check his motherfuckin' stats
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Middle fuckin' finger, I bleed on 'em, baow
Heard he sneak dissin' on my team, I'ma, ayy
(Ayy, ayy)
Hit him for the diss, this that beam on him
(Uh)
Who want me?
You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh
My OG told me, "Don't
Trust thots or fuckboys, " uh
(Ayy, ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys
Ooh (Ayy)
Caught an opp, not no
Pokémon, want dead guys, uh
I don't sleep, I rest with
My knife at bedtime, ooh
(Ayy)
Ayy ayy
We dropping that fire on you fuck niggas, man
We taking over the motherfucking streets
400 block shit, pussy nigga that part, ayy
Dumbass nigga
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back
Uh foreign bop, loaded Glock, I
Can’t never lack, uh
Lose the club, if you hit a
Lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch
How you do that? Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a
Bitch if he talk reck', uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't
Sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy
Run it back (Woo)
Pistols have him runnin' like
A fuckin' running back
Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back
(Where he at?) heard that he was gone
Bump in whoadie's place (One seven) , ayy
Shoot that fuck nigga for his sack
Lay him flat (Lay him flat)
Pussy try to cap
Check his motherfuckin' stats
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Middle fuckin' finger, I bleed on 'em, baow
Heard he sneak dissin' on my team, I'ma, ayy
(Ayy, ayy)
Hit him for the diss, this that beam on him
(Uh)
Who want me?
You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh
My OG told me, "Don't
Trust thots or fuckboys, " uh
(Ayy, ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys
Ooh (Ayy)
Caught an opp, not no
Pokémon, want dead guys, uh
I don't sleep, I rest with
My knife at bedtime, ooh
(Ayy)
Ayy ayy