Run Dat Back-China Mac/Jezz Gasoline/Snap Dogg/D-Rocc

Head crack you like it's Ceelo A hundred shots in this chop, no reload Shoot a nigga like it's B-roll Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico Look, if you owe me money, better run that back I'm ridin' shotty in the 'Rari with the MAC on my lap I said, if you owe me money, better run that back Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat Shotty hit him, chop him up, will have his body missin' Run up on him, dump it on him, Then I'm in the Masi dippin' Choppy get him, all I gotta do is say the word You ain't gangster, you's a bird, Leave your brain up on the curb Like, woo how I'm bustin' bustin' with the MAC again Had me in the pen, my lawyer Jewish so I'm back again Back up on the wall, I'd rather die before I grow We gettin' money, we gon' ball, Keep it gangster to I fall like New York to Detroit, we keep toys Lowkey from D boys, free noise Money gettin', syrup sippin', got my murder weapon Middle finger to the law, nah, we ain't workin with 'em, baow The streets crazy, I got used to it All this hatin', I got used to it Please don't pull your gun if you ain't usin' it You don't wanna die over no stupid shit We gon' lay 'em down, then gon' pick 'em up If it's sweet, diabetes, we gon' stick 'em up Gun cock, one in the head, you can't get one up It's a war outside, don't come out, don't wanna mix you up But, he was spittin' tough, now he spittin' up Body shots, he ain't gettin' up Big opps, they ain't tryna get with us We gon' make 'em cry and post pictures up I'm pullin' up, liftin' 'em up, red dot, F-in' 'em up I was givin' hell, you was in the precinct givin' it up Hot boys, turn the temperature up, Headshots, ain't givin' 'em luck Hot head, she give me a rush, baow baow Head crack you like it's Ceelo A hundred shots in this chop, no reload Shoot a nigga like it's B-roll Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico Look, if you owe me money, better run that back I'm ridin' shotty in the 'Rari with the MAC on my lap I said, if you owe me money, better run that back Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat Headshot splat, girl I bust that pack Funeral room, mama cryin', movie end like that Nigga no new friends, old school, new rims This bitch was clean on bitch, I was payin' no rent Heard he talkin' to them people Dump this thirty out this mother****in' Regal I'm 'bout my bread like a seagull Mel Gibson with this weapon, yeah I'm lethal Nigga say he want smoke, nah I ain't no joke Caught the nigga slippin' had to put him in a chokehold Forty bang syrup soak, he don't want it no more Talkin' 'bout you gamblin', we can bet it on a ten to four Head crack you like it's Ceelo A hundred shots in this chop, no reload Shoot a nigga like it's B-roll Them bullets hit you, warm you up like a pico Look, if you owe me money, better run that back I'm ridin' shotty in the 'Rari with the MAC on my lap I said, if you owe me money, better run that back Full bottle in the squeeze, headshot, splat