Текст Haiti Babii – Run It Back

But tell these motherfuckers I get to it, best weep
Bitch, call me Freddy Krueger, always in a ho jeans
He speaking on my name and I’ma leave it in the streets
Bad bitch on my dick, if you ain’t fuckin’, why you here?
All the poles in this party, I’ll leave a nigga here
Niggas playin’ like they demons ’til they meet Lil Haiti
It ain’t trickin’ if you got it, I’ll cash out a broke bitch
Bitch, fuck if you basic, let’s see if you take dick
Slow dancing in Matrix, tell her «Ahh»
Ayy, on my mama, where my money at?
Yeah, bitch, I’m a dog, I don’t fuck with cats
Ho, this ain’t no Tom and Jerry, I ain’t chasing rats
Catch me in the pen where the bulls at
Bitch, I’m a blue nose, I keep blue strips
Niggas playin’ Blues Clues, I’m emptying clips
I pull it off the hip, make that fucker rip
Ooh, ooh, when I’m off the E, off the yarn, hee
Hot, hot, super duper hot, rrah, I mean
You better join the winning team like you KD (Clout chasin’ ass)
Clout chasing nigga, beat his ass on the elevator
Stall him out for what? A sucker nigga can’t get a hard pass
But wait, yeah, there’s more
Your bitch a whore, a real fuckin’ goer
Got her on her knees, she like, «Daddy, I want more»
Bitch, you got broke nigga problems, like, «Where the weed at?»
I thought you was the plug, like where your tree at?

Today I got time, cause, like we had, nigga
Bustdown, bustdown, bustdown, like I’m Ye too
Hangin’ off that K like a J, fuck a sextape
I got the drop from the bitch, where that nigga stay?
Straighten his whip with this stick, I don’t play ’round
If you a real nigga in this bitch, throw your gang up
If you a bad bitch, bounce that ass, ho, shake somethin’
I like a gangster bitch, yeah, with an attitude
Bitch, throw that ass back, what that shit do?
I know a thousand ways to get paid, bitch
If you ain’t payin’ what you weighin’, get up out my face, bitch
Why would I fuck with some nigga that I don’t know?
How would you feel if I fucked on your main ho?
Bitch, I done lost my motherfuckin’ mind
Hello, all I see is blue chips, blue chips
Don’t be playin’ ’bout my paper, you get hit hit
In your bitch DM’s, what you gon’ do about it?
Make the ho walls loose, break the bitch down
It’s way too many niggas in this party, where the hoes at?
Niggas in here trippin’ in this bitch, where my pole at?
Toetag one of these fuck niggas that’s speaking on my city
I spell Stockton with two C’s, I fuck with a few B’s
Throwin’ up the B for the block ’cause we got a lot
Matter fact, this a slap, MarB, run it back
Matter fact, this a slap, MarB, run it back