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Reid Michael Willis
Reid Michael Willis
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Christopher Hayes
Christopher Hayes
Songwriter
Kyle Matthew Payne
Kyle Matthew Payne
Songwriter
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Liam Fitzpatrick
Liam Fitzpatrick
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Lyrics

Run it back I am the running back I get them balls and I run it too I keep it tight at the end, can you stomach that Watch how them b'll say what they think How I just laugh it all off to the bank I get them millions of dollars, oh baby So I just be taking them shots like I'm Hilary Swank Now I got they interest Started making claims, baby, now I get that interest Yeah, it's like it happened in an instant Cuz now they see me cooking and they hitting up ma Pinterest Looking at me funny cuz ma money flow Tighter than a b who get they money sucking honey, h* He say I'm shady, I'm just putting in that work Cuz if I'm racking up them stacks, I ain't sharing with no Sonny, h* Run it back, Run it back You fed it up, now you want it back Run it back, Run it back, Run it back I'ma do me, cuz, yeah, I don't want none of that Run it back, Run it back You acting out, and I'm younger, fact Run it back, Run it back, Run it back I'ma do me, cuz, yeah, I don't want none of that Run it back, run it back, run it back Run it back Run it back, run it back, run it back Run it back I'm bout to run it back They think that they keep me in check but I'm Writing them off cuz ma cut in two days is the sum of that It's Brutal All of ya effort it futile These b is all in they feelings, they calling me out like they Normand, Newell Little known fact, I'm from the WestBank 20 from the city, we still keep them b pressed, Bank 4 point O, check ma test rank Passing me the pen, no, I never leave the check blank B see me get it, say they never would have guessed it F with the critics, yeah I see it manifested Hittas running back and acting like they now invested I ain't being petty, but I see just why I left it Run it back, Run it back You fed it up, now you want it back Run it back, Run it back, Run it back I'ma do me, cuz, yeah, I don't want none of that Run it back, Run it back You acting out, and I'm younger, fact Run it back, Run it back, Run it back I'ma do me, cuz, yeah, I don't want none of that Hittas needa fall back They play the role, but they never get a call back We sitting pretty with the Malbec B, you got a pass, but I bet I'll get the ball back These hittas pressed, but they lack gains Subpar but they still pass blame Hit em from the left, and then I put they a to shame Now they messing with a b who got Payne for his last name I'm in the running for the top spot No bars, now these b need a hot spot And I don't give a, but I got the crack shot Lightweight, so I hit 'em with the Pacqu shot I'm in it with the focus KP, Run it Back, It's the Opus See I talk a lot of s, but I'm woke I'm the hottest mother, I aint even gotta boast it Run it back, Run it back You fed it up, now you want it back Run it back, Run it back You make it too easy, but b, where the fun in that Run it back, Run it back Bitch, I'm too good, it's no wonder that Run it back, Run it back, Run it back I'ma do me, cuz, yeah, I don't want none of that Run it back, run it back, run it back Run it back Run it back, run it back, run it back
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