Run That Up Rico!
I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
You get turned into turkey you already chicken
I hate repeating shit you better listen
Get put on a cross but he ain't no Christian
Rod in my hand but I ain't going fishing
I'm still eating lobster
Gang on my roster
What it's gon cost ya?
I know where he sleep he scared to go home he living in foster
He know what I did he know bout them licks he think im a monster
You still just a bitch with that gun in your hand you think you a mobster?
I go where I want ion check in
I beat your ass like its tech in
Talk on my name put respect in
I'll knock out your teeth like a meth head
You don't know me I'm nobody's best friend
Right handed still shoot with my left hand
Turn all of your homies a dead man
I wanted a front not no advance
I want that shit now I ain't talking bout later
Her ex wore a cape I ain't planning to save her
Get hit with the laser you play with my paper
Machines in the ER is beeping like pager
I knock topped his shit then he did me a favor
Now I got a reason to aim for his taper
I'm peeling off layer on layer on layer
I hope that I don't miss ain't no time for a prayer
Cuz I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
If you talk on our name get your mouth hit
We got shooters who put in that work when they pull up they pulling out couple of chopsticks
Keep talking that shit run your mouth bitch
Boutta 21 Savage to all that owe
Been showing no love to all these hoes
Could never compare to OhJacee flow
Been doin that dirty work on the low
Was flipping them packs and getting dough
Cookin up dope in the kitchen
Now we be rappin for chicken
Boy we be dripping we glisten
Got big moves and big plays
I've improved from old ways
Was pushing that cocaine
And I only smoke propane
I'm talking that gas shit
That one hit and pass shit
Come try me I'll blast shit
This our hit go blast it
Go blast it make it pop
I'm running I'm drilling the ops
Hit a lick and then you getting shot
Your daddy dead you meeting pops
Bitch
OhJacee - BackPack Lyrics
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Run That Up Rico!
I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
You get turned into turkey you already chicken
I hate repeating shit you better listen
Get put on a cross but he ain't no Christian
Rod in my hand but I ain't going fishing
I'm still eating lobster
Gang on my roster
What it's gon cost ya?
I know where he sleep he scared to go home he living in foster
He know what I did he know bout them licks he think im a monster
You still just a bitch with that gun in your hand you think you a mobster?
I go where I want ion check in
I beat your ass like its tech in
Talk on my name put respect in
I'll knock out your teeth like a meth head
You don't know me I'm nobody's best friend
Right handed still shoot with my left hand
Turn all of your homies a dead man
I wanted a front not no advance
I want that shit now I ain't talking bout later
Her ex wore a cape I ain't planning to save her
Get hit with the laser you play with my paper
Machines in the ER is beeping like pager
I knock topped his shit then he did me a favor
Now I got a reason to aim for his taper
I'm peeling off layer on layer on layer
I hope that I don't miss ain't no time for a prayer
Cuz I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
If you talk on our name get your mouth hit
We got shooters who put in that work when they pull up they pulling out couple of chopsticks
Keep talking that shit run your mouth bitch
Boutta 21 Savage to all that owe
Been showing no love to all these hoes
Could never compare to OhJacee flow
Been doin that dirty work on the low
Was flipping them packs and getting dough
Cookin up dope in the kitchen
Now we be rappin for chicken
Boy we be dripping we glisten
Got big moves and big plays
I've improved from old ways
Was pushing that cocaine
And I only smoke propane
I'm talking that gas shit
That one hit and pass shit
Come try me I'll blast shit
This our hit go blast it
Go blast it make it pop
I'm running I'm drilling the ops
Hit a lick and then you getting shot
Your daddy dead you meeting pops
Bitch
I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
You get turned into turkey you already chicken
I hate repeating shit you better listen
Get put on a cross but he ain't no Christian
Rod in my hand but I ain't going fishing
I'm still eating lobster
Gang on my roster
What it's gon cost ya?
I know where he sleep he scared to go home he living in foster
He know what I did he know bout them licks he think im a monster
You still just a bitch with that gun in your hand you think you a mobster?
I go where I want ion check in
I beat your ass like its tech in
Talk on my name put respect in
I'll knock out your teeth like a meth head
You don't know me I'm nobody's best friend
Right handed still shoot with my left hand
Turn all of your homies a dead man
I wanted a front not no advance
I want that shit now I ain't talking bout later
Her ex wore a cape I ain't planning to save her
Get hit with the laser you play with my paper
Machines in the ER is beeping like pager
I knock topped his shit then he did me a favor
Now I got a reason to aim for his taper
I'm peeling off layer on layer on layer
I hope that I don't miss ain't no time for a prayer
Cuz I got a backpack
This shit in the front seat
Shit you better get back
You get turned into lunch meat
Yea they say that they want smoke
So this fire gone hold heat
I kick in your front door
You get turned into roast beef
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
If you talk on our name get your mouth hit
We got shooters who put in that work when they pull up they pulling out couple of chopsticks
Keep talking that shit run your mouth bitch
Boutta 21 Savage to all that owe
Been showing no love to all these hoes
Could never compare to OhJacee flow
Been doin that dirty work on the low
Was flipping them packs and getting dough
Cookin up dope in the kitchen
Now we be rappin for chicken
Boy we be dripping we glisten
Got big moves and big plays
I've improved from old ways
Was pushing that cocaine
And I only smoke propane
I'm talking that gas shit
That one hit and pass shit
Come try me I'll blast shit
This our hit go blast it
Go blast it make it pop
I'm running I'm drilling the ops
Hit a lick and then you getting shot
Your daddy dead you meeting pops
Bitch
Writer: Elijah Ellis, Jace Bodrero
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