Run It Back(Freestyle) ft. Zing Lyrics

Big back woods, we ain't smoking dutches

Niggas say he want beef, I take that boy to Rushes

Red beam on his cheek lookin' like a nigga blushing Another body drop, another family beg for justice

Everything, zing drop A classic like a fuckin' Cutlass

Chains on me, but we escape slavery like I'm Frederick Douglass

One MC with his hammer, a nigga better not touch me

The streets a contact sport just like a game of rugby

Gotta separate from niggas when you move different

Nigga acting gangster, but I find out he a stooge pigeon

I love my swiper with them BOAC 2 Instants

White boy shave the fire pen down, he made shoot different

You ain't no shooter, you gon' pop in the air just like a banshee

Everywhere I go, I show my ass like a damn chimpanzee

Come to your block, won't get your corner back like Jalen Ramsey

Solid gold hidden in my mouth came straight from Andy

I'm on that tron, feel good when I'm intoxicated

Streets, you got a slim chance at life, cause everybody's shady

This shit get wicked, gotta pray for everybody's safety

Niggas shootin' with their eyes closed and they shot a baby

I'm not bragging, I'm just rappin

Cause my life is crazy

Best get it cracking, never lacking

Stick ain't got no safety

Big brody Trapping made it happen

Im serving Junkies daily

Somebody call DSS, the way he whip them babies

Lil' bro in love with the Trapping how them pounds smell

All he wanna do is Trap in bo's and boost his clientele

He say he never going broke again, he feel like Kentrail

On the road to riches, all he needed was his damn scale

Lino with the plug, now the hood smell like California

Bubble baths and Zaza Different flavors of that marijuana

Niggas wanna rob him, but he with it, better not run up on him

He know if 12, raid the spot It's over, he a fucking goner

In Cali with the plug, they taught him how to be a smuggler

He vacuum seal, spray it Cause the weed locked in the muffler

You can't hit his phone unless you his mama or a customer

He pushing so much weight you think that lil' nigga was muscular

Started with a cutie, now he working with like 50 bo's

Plug fucking with him hard he say go front him 50 more

Focus on the bag, all he know is get them bitches sold

Getting cash, it's the only thing that'll lift his soul

Plug called him, say, can you bring a hunnid back

He thinkin' to myself, like damn

I can turn up from that

Bag sold low, he go trip it flip it, double that

And sell everything, and hit the plug and tell him, run it back