run it back - Intellectual

[Intro: onlinemonkey]

(Run it)

(Ayy, yeah)

(Run it)

Ayy

(Run it)

Yeah (Yeah!)

(Yeah)

Ayy (Run it)

Let's just throw it up!

[Verse 1: onlinemonkey]

(Look), she don't want no drama

(Huh), She just want this bag

(What?) She just wanna fuck

(Ee, ee), She just tryna relax

Spent, like, way too much

I made it all back, made it all back

In the Maybach, big boy truck

We goin' real fast, goin' real fast

I'm tryna run shit back on the DL

Finna cop some reps, gon' resell

So, go ahead and spin in the BM

Slide to the crib, we gon' fuck to the PM

Let's get active, shawty

Send yo' addy, girl, let's party

On some real shit, I don't do larping

Hop inside, we gon' find some parking (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: onlinemonkey]

I've been drankin' way too much, can't feel my face (Yeah)

Finna go change my name, I'll hide my face, I'll beat the case (Yeah)

I'm hitting the dash, I wish you well

I'm in my bag, locked in, I won't sell

Made it all back and I did it myself

I'm counting back hoes, and I count up my wealth

[Bridge: onlinemonkey]

And my wrist be way too shiny

They all think that I'm gon' fail

Won't text you back, you actin' slimy

They gon' watch me build it up

They all catch me booted up

Your lil' ho' come run it back

Like, you pay me way to [?]

[Verse 2: Ac.e]

(I don't)

I-I don't need no bitch to tell me that she love me, did it on my own (On my own)

Shawty sent her addy and location (Yeah?), so we be on go (Go)

I just got some diamonds in this tennis (Alright), and this bitch glow (Glow)

I just pulled up matte black, and all these killers get on go (Right, yeah)

And I just poured a four inside a double cup, I'm tryna move her slow

I know shawty bad as hell, I'm tryna keep control, whoa (Whoa, no)

Never been the type of nigga to simping on no hoes (Yeah)

'Cause I ain't breaking on no code (Oh, no), no, I ain't loving on no ho (Right)

And I was loving on you first, you was the reason I would drown

Leave them fuck niggas behind, we gon' run em, walk 'em down

We gon' pucker up his face and we didn't see no case (Okay)

And we pull up with big drac's, and we stomp him at his place

And we popping all these jakes, and she pull up at the P.M. (P.M.)

With some model bitches in my DMs (Yeah), with some side bitches

Pick 'em one (Oh), I need 'em, I done fucked the bod on my BM

Make it loud, it get sticky when we see him (Oh)

(It's 'cause I never needed you, I'd never lie)

(Keep it silent for the bros, I'm always down ride)

(Yeah, I'm always down to ride, yeah I'm always down to ride)

[Outro: onlinemonkey]

Oh, backseat driving, turn the lights out

We gone downshift, go black out

We start wilding out, we get to ripping up the curb

Rip the neighborhood up, shots fired, hit him in his chest, I know it hurt

(Yeah, yeah)