Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
He saw what’s on my hip and did the running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
I could turn your man into a hologram
Run it back
Run it back
Running man
Hologram
Testing me as if I won’t put you inside a body bag
I don’t want your b#tch she sells her body for 100 rand
I get it for free she ain’t your b#tch bro she on high demand
Little boy he rap bout imaginary sticks
And he won’t shut up bout his imaginary dick
p#ss# boy
p#ss# boy
p#ss# boy
p#ss# boy
Where the hit boy, ohh he died in the mist
All of that smack is you tryna get dissed, (f#ck that sh#t) is you tryna get hit
“Chronic introverted” I’m allergic to a b#tch
Yes I’m with your girl and we about to get lit
*whispers*
Shh
Shh
Shh
Shh
Know what we on?
They don’t know what we on
Know where we’re from?
They don’t know where we from
We booming out of the blue like a bomb
I’m in my prime just listen to this song
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2
3
4
Shots from the ak47 and he gone
Shots from the ak47 and he gone
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
He saw what’s on my hip and did the running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
I could turn your man into a hologram
Run it back
Run it back
Running man
Hologram
Testing me as if I won’t put you inside a body bag
I don’t want your b#tch she sells her body for 100 rand
I get it for free she ain’t your b#tch bro she on high demand
Yuh we steady blazing is you tryna get high
If a n#gg# touch my hoe best believe we’re gonna fight
In the room with your b#tch turn off the lights
Why this n#gg# talking is he really tryna die?
All my n#gg#s dragons and we packing 45’s
Don’t need no b#tch just me and my hollup-
…
Need me gang cash
Need me gang racks
Gotta stack that
Gotta out rap
Need a bad cat
With a fat #ss
Big fat #ss
Who can lap dance
Gotta tap that
Gotta manifest
Matter fact nah
f#ck all that talk
Damn I need to blow up I’m allergic to a job
And the game my company so you should call me boss
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
He saw what’s on my hip and did the running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
Running man
I could turn your man into a hologram
Run it back
Run it back
Running man
Hologram
Testing me as if I won’t put you inside a body bag
I don’t want your b#tch she sells her body for 100 rand
I get it for free she ain’t your b#tch bro she on high demand
Wait
Run it back-
Chorus/hook in reverse-
In a trance
Running man
Been the man
Still I am
Matter fact Stop that cap
Cause you lost at rap
I’m the boss that’s facts
n#gg# look at all the stats
b#tch you lost at rap
And you lost at trap
And you claim a lot of cap
b#tch I’m tired of being disrespected by the mumble rats
Ain’t no lie I’m tryna put my city witty on the map
You gon’ die before you body me my n#gg# that’s facts, my n#gg# no bap
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