Poodie - Run it back

Just pulled up to the party, got your girl choosing
Put this paper on my tongue, got me feeling woozy
I done done it all, nigga these is side missions
Watching all your brothers eat, welcome to my position
We don't see them threats, we don't see the opposition
Niggas mad cause I had a fucking pot to piss in
My version of the bottom was on top of all positions
I thank my OG everyday cause she made good decisions
It's Poodie baby and I'm spitting like I'm missing teeth
Say she heard about me, wanna come and see
She pulling on the sheets cause a nigga drilling deep
Give her all the meat and kick her out after I skeet
I'm lover and a fighter, I can't choose sides
You be choosing sides like you didn't want the fries
Tunnel vision, I got no choice but to see the signs
Looking deep into my eyes, you can see the prize
Pour it up, throwing back shots give you flashbacks huh?
Thinking bout the night you got yo back cracked
Throw it up, show the hood love,baby where you from
Call it paradise, Imma match that
Run it back, told that girl we could run it back
Soul snatched, baby told me I can't have it back
Don't get too attached, ain't no guarantee I'm coming back
But take my number just in case I wanna run it back
Looking at my watch, it's bout time to kill shit
Cut your girl like Wolverine, luckily she heal quick
Stripper bitch a wolverine, say she went to Michigan
Yelling "go blue" soon as I pull out the Benjamin's
Bad bitch Melanin, bad bitch Mexican
Fuck you like a porn star but treat you like a gentleman
Baddie a physician, baby say I'm getting sick with this
Got her in the ER twisting up like some licorice
Gwet be gang that I lean and I rock with
Hot shit, niggas jock style cause we pop shit
Boss shit, you is level one boy stop it
Look at my deposits, enough to make you vomit
Enough to make nigga get up and go check his wallet
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, feel like a rocket
I ain't gotta check up on my niggas cause they solid
Told a nerdy bitch, run it back give me knowledge
Pour it up, throwing back shots give you flashbacks huh?
Thinking bout the night you got yo back cracked
Throw it up, show the hood love,baby where you from
Call it paradise, Imma match that
Run it back, told that girl we could run it back
Soul snatched, baby told me I can't have it back
Don't get too attached, ain't no guarantee I'm coming back
But take my number just in case I wanna run it back

Written by:
Marquis Generally

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