run it back

Smoke that pack I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat Beat this bitch black Got you in my scope hit that collat Yeah I hit that Pull up to your house with the kalash I got big racks Spend it on your murder run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Throw a corpse into a coffin while I'm smoking on a blunt I could tell the world about how you betrayed the one you love You're addicted to your trauma, I'm addicted to your drugs Karma smacks up like a bitch and you deserve it, fucking cunt I don't f*ck, with no cheats I don't f*ck, with no snakes Now your future's looking bleak And the world will know your name I don't f*ck, with your love I don't f*ck, with your lies You'll be one and fucking done Hope you decimate your life Smoke that pack I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat Beat this bitch black Got you in my scope hit that collat Yeah I hit that Pull up to your house with the kalash I got big racks Spend it on your murder run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe Grab a missile out the sky and with it yeah I killed your hoe Critical kiss your bitch under the mistletoe Grab a missile out the sky and with it yeah I killed your hoe F*ck a no melody That what you tellin me Miss what you sayin g Go back and pay the fee Shit I forgot you cheap All these kids trailing me But you all failing to catch up Come on bitch you heard me catch up Imma turn you into ketchup Use you like a condiment I know you ain't too fond of it If you ain't speeding up you gon get smacked up Pussy boy stand up put both those hands up Kill all these artists you know that I'm next up Future king of hell yeah the demons wish me well You think this a joke and it's so easy to tell Dark alleys with the blade that's where I dwell You think this a joke and it's so easy to tell Dark alleys with the blade that's where I dwell Smoke that pack I got drum mags, stuffed into my gat Beat this bitch black Got you in my scope hit that collat Yeah I hit that Pull up to your house with the kalash I got big racks Spend it on your murder run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back Run it back yeah I'm about to run it back