Run It Back (feat. Blacklynk & Ham Sandwich)

FabvL

Compositor: BlackLynk / Ham Sandwich / Nick Campbell

Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at? Let's go!)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back

Cursed technique, I'm a rock star
Special grade life, shit is not hard
No, you ain't blood, get away now
6 feet deep, better stay down

Pop style, bitch, she's a rock star
Smoking that gas, no Rasta
No, you ain't blood, get away now
6 feet deep, better stay down

I'm the one they call to finish the job
No Steve, pulling up to applause
Never taken a loss
Give it all, yeah, no matter the cost
And if she's thick, we might just hit the Minaj, so bring it back and

Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at? OK!)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back

Clap, clap, switch it up, left, right, back it on me
Tall and thick, hella hips, hotel, I'm an oni
And I'm on it, straight gorilla in the moment
Honey's telling me that I can hit it bare if I control it

We're in motion, Gojo purple in the tree when I be smoking
What's your type? Do you want the hands with or without devotion
Moving odd around me, that's a quick trip to the ocean
Life's a beach, if you don't want to see a demon, keep it close to me

Clap, clap, clap, on my cheekbones
Need a big round in my hands, that's a free throw, freak
Hoes always on my line, but they ain't ever dealt with a beast mode
Double wide, Idol-eyed looking like a feast, you

Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at?)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back

Ay, I was here, now I'm there
I was near, now I'm where, see 'em fear and despair
Need a tall woman with a rear in the air
You petite, I don't care, obsolete, don't compare

Damn, but if she built like a Goldberg
I tell her bring that ass back like it don't work
Covert green up in my hand like a snover
Smoker, pressure on their necks like a chocker

538, brain bigger than the Metroid
Big booty bitches got me lifted like a pep boy
Yeah, congratulations how we clap him up
Stitch 'em up, feeling alright when I dap him up, yeah

Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back
To the grave, fade to black
All my special grade, bitches, where you at?
(Where you at, lil bitch?!)
Do this shit for all my brothers
When we pull up, watch 'em all take cover
Go insane, make it clap
Hit the switch on 'em, then run it back