K.P. - Run It Back 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 bitches'll say what they thank
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 bitch who get they money sucking honey, Ho
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, Ho

Run it back, Run it back
You f*cked 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 bitches 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 bitches pressed, Bank
4 Point O, check ma test rank
Passing me the pen, no, I never leave the check blank
Bitches see me get it, say they never would have guessed it
F*cking 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 f*cked 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
Bitch, 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 ass to shame
Now they messing with a Bitch who got Payne for his last name
I'm in the running for the top spot
No bars, now these bitches 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 shit, but I'm woke
I'm the hottest motherf*cker, I aint even gotta boast it

Run it back, Run it back
You f*cked it up, now you want it back
Run it back, Run it back
You make it too easy, but bitch, 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