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Shoreline Mafia - Run It Back (feat. 03 Greedo) [Official Audio]

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(ACETHEFACE)

We was gettin' money

(Joog)

(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)

Yeah, yeah-yeah (Ron Ron, do that shit)

We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that'll back that ass up

Don't be actin' funny, will you clap that ass up?

Shorty, you better not answer

We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that'll back that ass up

Don't be actin' funny, will you clap that ass up?

Shorty, you better not act up

Niggas workin' with the feds, yeah

They dead, yeah

I'm just smokin', countin' bread, yeah

Pop meds, yeah

I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah

I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down

All my niggas got the boats now

You know how, we be rockin' off the cocaine

The whole town wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down

Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down

Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga

I'm a drummer, nigga

Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin' drummer niggas

Yeah that kitty cat, give me that

I'm the type of nigga break your back then run it back

Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap

She love the dad, I'ma hit it, make 'em fuckin' mad

I make a mess, she a motherfuckin', get it girl

A get it girl

I'm that nigga, that nigga-nigga

That hit it, girl

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch I'm that nigga, just listen (listen)

Pistols in the party, nigga, I can feel the tension

They don't want us in the hood, like a fucked up engine

Bitch if you can't take the heat, get out my motherfuckin' kitchen

Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention

When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listen (ayy)

When I wake up in the mornin', all I'm thinkin' 'bout is chicken

Wack a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your mental

All my opps, we got 'em sick as hell

They like, "Lil' Rob, you slick as hell"

Where I'm from, bitch we don't do the drugs

Look, bitch we sellin' it

Where I'm from, bitch we don't do the drugs

Look, bitch we sellin' it

Bitch we tryna go, yeah

I'm rockin' shows, yeah (rockin' shows)

Throw that money on the floor, yeah

I'm fuckin' hoes, yeah (servin hoes)

Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah

I'm crackin' codes, yeah (ayy)

If we beefin' let me know, yeah

I'm finna blow, yeah (I'm finna blow)

Young nigga need a city chick

Type of hoe gon' swallow until she finish it (finish it)

Yeah you cute but that ain't enough, I need a thicker bitch (thicker bitch)

You wasn't cuttin' it, lil' baby need some bigger dick (ayy)

That's a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (this bigger stick)

Popped a Perky now a nigga feelin' sick as shit (feelin' sick as shit)

Just made a flip and shit, my niggas gettin' rich as shit

She actin' innocent but she ain't really innocent

I just caught another bag, made five in an hour

Niggas love gettin' bags (bitch), I made five in the shower

In the mall, poppin' tags, spendin' bags by the thousand

Who them niggas gettin' that?

Bitch, don't ask 'cause they around us

Kickin' doors and throwin' up pounds of steel

Walkin' with the choppa still

Got it on me walkin' out the farm, I got a lotta pills

Got it on me walkin' out the bank, I got a lotta bills

Old hunnids, sippin' old red, show you how it feel

I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it seal (nah)

Hunnid bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it seal