tablefourteen - 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 fuck, with no cheats
I don't fuck, with no snakes
Now your future's looking bleak
And the world will know your name
I don't fuck, with your love
I don't fuck, 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
Fuck 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

Written by:
Cole Nakadate, George Harrison, Sidney Cox, Trinity Schultz

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