Run It Back
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at? Let's go)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
Cursed technique, I'm a rock star
Special grade life, shit is not hard
No, you ain't blood, get away now
6 feet deep, better stay down
Pop style, bitch, she's a rock star
Smoking that gas, no Rasta
No, you ain't blood, get away now
6 feet deep, better stay down
I'm the one they call to finish the job
No Steve, pulling up to applause
Never taken a loss
Give it all, yeah, no matter the cost
And if she's thick, we might
Just hit the Minaj, so bring it back and
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at? OK)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
Clap clap, switch it up, left, right
Back it on me
Tall and thick, hella hips, hotel, I'm an oni
And I'm on it, straight gorilla in the moment
Honey's telling me that I can hit
It bare if I control it
We're in motion
Gojo purple in the tree when I be smoking
What's your type? Do you want the
Hands with or without devotion
Moving odd around me
That's a quick trip to the ocean
Life's a beach, if you don't
Want to see a demon, keep it close to me
Clap, clap, clap, on my cheekbones
Need a big round in my
Hands, that's a free throw, freak
Hoes always on my line
But they ain't ever dealt with a beast mode
Double wide, Idol-eyed looking like a feast
You
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at?)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
Ay, I was here, now I'm there
I was near, now I'm where
See 'em fear and despair
Need a tall woman with a rear in the air
You petite, I don't care, obsolete
Don't compare
Damn, but if she built like a Goldberg
I tell her bring that ass
Back like it don't work
Covert green up in my hand like a snover
Smoker, pressure on they necks like a chocker
538, brain bigger than the Metroid
Big booty bitches got me lifted
Like a pep boy
Yeah, congratulations how we clap him up
Stitch 'em up, feeling alright when
I dap him up, yeah
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at, lil bitch?)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back