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

Composed by：China Mac

Head crack you like it's Ceelo

A hundred shots in this chop no reload

Shoot a n***a 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 s**t

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 n***a 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

N***a no new friends old school new rims

This b***h was clean on b***h I was payin' no rent

Heard he talkin' to them people

Dump this thirty out this motherf***in' Regal

I'm 'bout my bread like a seagull

Mel Gibson with this weapon yeah I'm lethal

N***a say he want smoke nah I ain't no joke

Caught the n***a 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 n***a 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