sinxtra - run it bacc freestyle lyrics
[intro]
jus look back where i started
i ain’t like my life so i had to restart it
had a young n-gga trappin out the mothaf-ckin honda
get a couple hunnid thousand ima try and f-ck cuban
once i get a couple million
ima try and f-ck rihanna
givenchy , rockin foreign designer
hit a b-tch from the back
gotta her screamin like a llama
tried to run from it so i had to rewind her (ayy)
ayy, yea, b-tch (f-ck that n-gga sinxtra)
yea (x2)
[chorus]
just look back where i started
i ain’t like my life so i had to restart it
had a young n-gga trappin out the mothaf-ckin honda
get a couple hunnid thousand ima try and f-ck cuban
once i get a couple million
ima try and f-ck rihanna
givenchy , rockin foreign designer
hit a b-tch from the back
gotta her screamin like a llama
tried to run from it so i had to rewind her
[verse]
ima young n-gga that jus wanna see a million , n-ggas talk tough , lock jaw when i see him , all black fit got me feelin like the reaper , no blood sh-t but i’m on like a period , i’ll smack a b-tch if that b-tch say periodt, bullet hit his head now he looking like a indian , f-ckin pochontas in the back of my pilgrimage, f-ck what you thought i’ll neva get k!lled again
i’m the type n-gga to hang with them k!llas , you ain’t no threat p-ssy you ain’t no k!lla , i ride wit them snakes and i ride wit them rippas , i ain’t no smoker but
b-tch ima sipper , sippin on mud till i f-ck up my liver , gone off the hennessy, poison my remedy, i like to stare in the face of my enemies , drum on the gun like a bunny wit energy, hit him headshot wit the accuracy
told you that i had no heart why you mad at me
after i f-ck it’s a casualty
hit in the back of the church that’s a blasphemy , run cause the devil is after me , would sell my soul but i need me a signing fee, who would i sacrifice, where would i go in my afterlife, drown in her waters i baptize
n-ggas jus don’t want no smoke
if he inhale then he choke
i jus came up by ropes
you can get hung by the ropes
young n-gga b-tch i’m solid
tell me to keep it , i got it
can’t fit a thousand in my wallet
hit a n-gga wit a pocket rocket
young n-gga b-tch ima star
my n-ggas tellin me to praise allah
with some cold blooded k!llas in my car
got me feeling like i’m singing akbar
back in the day we was robbin and selling weed, they hit my -ss wit bout 2 f-ckin felonies, i had the strap in the back of the order seat, ready to blow a b-tch back if he test me, who is you p-ssin? you not interceptin me, i f-ck too much i might get a vasectomy, n-ggas gon run from the shots but not me , say you don’t like me you gon have to k!ll me , all of these n-ggas and b-tches gon feel me , i spit the truth and the pain ain’t no feelings , i ain’t gon stop till i blow through the ceiling , she love when i rap they see me as the villain
f-ck watt you talkin bout
n-gga let’s spark it out
hollow tip on it that bullet shot through his mouth , f-ck all the clout , i jus want all the money now , i’m paid in full b-tch i’m movin in large amounts , just like a dentist i’m all in her mouth now , tell her shut up when i’m in it i pipe down , i rather k!ll him but f-ck it i’ll fight now , you n-ggas b-tches i call you a dyk- now
f-ck then i alley oop
k!lled in the alley? you
money ain’t nothin new
all of my hunnids blue
stuck in yo sh-lly
yo b-tch on my celly
i wa’ locked in that celly
2pac i’m on belly
they say i’m the greatest
i know it already
i hit from the back , f-ck it up and she yellin , can’t hang wit you n-ggas you n-ggas be tellin , who the f-ck do you f-ck n-ggas be testin … ain’t scared of sh-t i be talkin so reckless, she a nice girl but i f-ck her aggressive , talk out yo neck im leave yo -ss neckless , leave me on read , i’ll leave yo -ss headless, f-ck n-ggas deep i’ll pull wit extra , clip in the grip and a bullet in chamber , lift they -ss up like a guardian angel , all black masked up when you see me it’s danger
[chorus]
jus look back where i started
i ain’t like my life so i had to restart it
had a young n-gga trappin out the mothaf-ckin honda
get a couple hunnid thousand ima try and f-ck cuban
once i get a couple million
ima try and f-ck rihanna
givenchy , rockin foreign designer
hit a b-tch from the back
gotta her screamin like a llama
tried to run from it so i had to rewind her (run that sh-t back)
yea yea
[outro]
ayyy, yea
ayyy, run it back b-tch
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