run it back - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Biohazard)

Walk in the trap with a mo'fuckin' AK

I own fuckin' guns that shit fake, [?]

Walk in the trap with a mo'fuckin' AK-K

I own fuckin' guns that shit fake, [?]

Pull up on yo' crib, ayy, lemme take yo' shi, a—

Two hoes on me, finna have a threes—

Two poles on me, and we fuckin' shootin', yeah-h-h-h

Walk with that bitch, ayy, she not even get—

P-p-pull up in yo' crib, like a fucking cr—

P-p-pull up in yo' crib, like a fucking cr-re—

P-pull up in yo' crib, like a fucking cre—

I don'-I don't even know you, why you tryna throw sha—

Yeah, nig-niggas tryna throw-row sha—

Yeah, ni-ni-ni—, throw-ow-ow shi— (Let's do this)

I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk unlesss we friends

I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'unless we friends (Oh shit!)

I just-I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk unless we friends

[?] to the N, think it's time to make it rai—

Hollow tips they make a mess, I'ma send him to his—

They make a mess, I'ma send him to his mans

Haven't runned down on the squad, pulled up in a min-i-ivan

I'ma shoot out the coupe, nigga, that's just what I— damn

I'ma shout out the coupe nigga, that's just—

In a Lil Yachty boat, we finna shoot, at the roof

Wanna talk on my gang, we gon' pull up with them troops

Bitch hella ba-d-d—

Me and Chronicle be posted, yeah, we gettin' to this loot

Me and Chronicle be posted, yeah, w-gettin'-gettin' to this loot

Makin' bands nigga, run that shit back