Flexx Gotti - Run it Back

What they thought that I was done huh
Like the tag say finesse, yeah let's run it back
They can't play me like I ain't dropping all this 80's crack
If I fall out with rapping I put on my trappers hat
Let's get in to that
Phone jumping plenty work I keep clientele
I just ran up fifty with finesse and he was high as hell
I might tell a lie but I'll never put it on the scale
Pockets fat eating good nigga can't you tell
Nother fifty nother hundred it's a working summer
Come and get some work I'll probably hit you with a better number
Money good real solid I got real hunnas
Niggas say he keeping up with Gotti better bet the under

What you doing tryna come and bring that bag in
I'm only one of one, no I ain't nobody twin
Only thing I trust is paper why I need a friend
Watch me hit the back door when you see this grin
And I laid the concrete like I'm C&M
Wimp I need another M
They can't hate, only thing they say is that that nigga him
Ballin like I'm in the gym
Money bring it to the end
Niggas wanna click with big rude for a chance to win
Yeah I'm back, yeah I'm back what it is hoe
Gotti still got the streets on lock like it's a figure four
I'm havin plenty O's
What you want come get some more
I got niggas out on front street that'll kick the door
Skrrr skrrr skrrr skrrr skrrr
My wrist ain't left the bowl
Skrrr Rollie skrrr skrrr
There that nigga go
I know that these niggas hot, thought that I went cold
Neck and wrist on plenty froze
Yeah I'm in a different mode
You know yo girl out here choosing probably need to let her go
Yeah I'm back, yeah I'm back what it is hoe
Gotti still got the streets on lock like it's a figure four
I'm havin plenty O's
What you want come get some more
I got niggas out on front street that'll kick the door

Written by:
Desmond Greenlee

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