Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Hyaa
Hyaa
Hyaa
Hyaa
Run it back
Run it back
Nah I ain't
Got a band
Got a band
Yeah I
Got a man
Got a man
Nah you
100 Bands
100 Bands
120
120
Everybody got a man
Lil kid no plans
Checkered pants fit with vans
Yeah I bring it round
Bring it round
Yeah bring it back
Bring it back
I swear I did that for a snack
I swear I did that for fun
If I can't mess yo' face hon
Then take my porsche and skrrt son
Yeah I did that
My playbacks
Way too whack
I called that
So I sat
And I didn't know I didn't have to do all that
Took a left turn and I landed right back
And I didn't know I didn't have to do all that
Took a left turn and I landed right back
Yeah
Quit being funked up I'm incapable (what)
Yeah I put shit
Put shit on the table
Do it well
Nah I make shit that really sell
Yeah Yeah
Someone copped a twelve
Only copped
Only copped a twelve
Swear I rep LeBelle's
Ain't got scat to smell
Yeah, shi-
Ain't got scat
Ain't got scat to smell
N.Y.P.D
Shit beneath me
Still gotta give em hell
Pitchforks sellin' like tuition tolls
But when they purr up it's time to Ben Fold
Gettin' breezy and oh so cold
F.R.20
The shit we need
Keep up on our feet
So we can give em hell see
Take a photo with me
Still in frame as they bleed
Looks like somebody needs
To be put asleep
Put asleep
Bring that bitch