Ninewick

Don't try to run off with that backend

I can't let you escape with that back end

You can't run off I got chops in the loft

I won't cooking it soft I was chopping it raw

Don't Think this make believe you run off you give see something

They don't hesitate to call me when they need something

They don't hesitate to call me when the pack in

You the one that hit me up on the front end

I hope you don't try to run off with that backend end

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore

Where the fuck you gone go

They call me small world I got the low

You ain't got clientele you moving slow

Speed that shit up when it come to that dough

Come back correct and you might get some more

If you got a flow then this shit on the floor

I gave a hand out to everybody now everyone know

That I'm still dealing dope while I'm rocking these shows

Do a performance then I hit the road

Fuck a worker they know wicked pick up the load

I pick it up for myself cause if they fuck it up then they know it might cost them they soul

I'm getting buck and then I save it up to re-up and then everything else be on go

If we getting bucks try your luck and run off

And then I treat you just like this music and blow

I can't take no loss that's on my soul

I get the dope off that's on the bros

Got ptsd and I might need some zoloft that's on the gang

And you trying to run off that's like snatching a chain

If I drop some change then they snatching your brain

Me letting you get off with it might drive me insane

So I need your fitted or everything

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore

There's no place to run to anymore