Run Back lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Ayy, what you tell the big 'Goat? Uh

[Chorus]
Man, I heard this the style that they want back
Whooping ass on the track like I'm ready for combat
n*ggas talk out the side, but ain't ready for comebacks
Any ho that I had in the past, they gon' run back (Why?)
'Cause they know that I'm running through dumb racks
I can't worry 'bout n*ggas, they broke with they bum ass (That n*gga a bum)
Can't be thinking clearly with they dumb ass (Stupid)

[Verse]
Man, this n*gga a goofy
Extended arms on my side like I'm Luffy
Ho think she sneaky, can't get caught with a groupie
I want the necky, I ain't come for no coochie
Said he wish me well, kinda something like Lucci
I was built for this sh*t, need them racks in my pockеts when I'm popping out in new Ksubis
I'm a demon on thе beats like I'm Yuki
I gave 'em chances, but I see that they blew it
If you talk 'bout numbers, then this sh*t really useless
I don't know nobody else that really could do it
If you in my path, then all I know is run through it
Straight out the '9 because I'm repping the city
These n*ggas hping that I'm showing them pity
Ain't finna catch you tryna settle for less when it's in my mindset that I gotta go get it
I'm talking 'bout bands, twenties and fifties
What the f*ck is a friend when I'm stuck with them Benji's?
Kept my composure when n*ggas weren't with me
I seen how it was and that sh*t wasn't pretty
Can't trust nobody that be coming around me 'cause all they ever did was show up with envy
I'm watching every door a n*gga walk out of 'cause ain't no telling who gon' bust through the entry
Now, for instance, let's say that I'm turning my back
But I know for a fact they can't cope with that
Wanna use me to get 'em a couple racks
Just to show a return, I won't get it back
I been tired of showing my love out to people that's flipping the script, they know how to act
They won't see what I see, must be cataracts
Keep a distance, I learned how to get attached
Velly been up on the game, playing tic for tac
Keep my name on the boards, I'm a baby Shaq
They say, "Velly be ripping up every track"
I'm a G.O.A.T. in the making, go check the stats
I'll be damned if they say I could fluke or bust, I'ma go number one like I'm in the draft
I been working for real, n*gga, see the craft
Play with somebody else, this ain't none of that (Nah, for real, yeah, ayy, what you tell the big 'Goat? Uh)
[Chorus]
Man, I heard this the style that they want back
Whooping ass on the track like I'm ready for combat
n*ggas talk out the side, but ain't ready for comebacks
Any ho that I had in the past, they gon' run back (Why?)
'Cause they know that I'm running through dumb racks
I can't worry 'bout n*ggas, they broke with they bum ass (That n*gga a bum)
Can't be thinking clearly with they dumb ass (Stupid)