Peter Kings - Run It Back (feat. HomieMvson) Lyrics

Okay
Let's get it
Y'all ready
Woo
Okay
I remember back when I was 17, okay (17)
I was with my homies we was selling weed, okay
We was getting dirty we was on the streets, okay (on the streets)
This was way before I hopped up on the beat, okay
Get yo' ass inside my moms was telling me (ya métete)
We was going back and forth, yeah we was on repeat (on repeat)
Okay I graduated high school, such a sight to see (such a sight to see)
I got that shit up out the way for what's in front of me (let's go)
Bitch I'm a rapper, ain't no one dapper, I'm happy to show you how it's done
I be moving faster than clapping guns you can't tell me nun' (prrrrt)
Cause I'm a master, I mastered this thing that I've become (bitch)
And I master all my tracks, they calling me the holy one
Take a step back 'fore I blow you up, yes I'm explodin' (plow)
I be so on point, I gets on yo' ass like a colon (plow)
You should hear the stories in my notebooks that I wrote in (plow)
You know that I'm a boss the way my nuts I be holdin' (holdin')
I'm a psychopath on the track (on the track)
Catching plays like a running back (running back)
7 days, you be weak, I be talkin' that (talkin' that)
Say this shit to yo face, I could run it back (go then)
I could run it back (yeah)
Say this shit to yo' face, I could run it back (go then, yeah)
I could run it back (yeah)
Say this shit to yo' face, I could run it back
I remember back when I was just a kid (just a kid)
I was rolling with the homies, skating 'round and talkin' shit (talkin', talkin')
Dreams of money, pussy, fame all deep within (all deep within)
I gotta get it, aint no limit to the shit I'd do for it
Man I was buggin', wildin' (wildin')
Throwin' parties on some f*ck shit makin' money, count it (count it)
Ghetto birds around my house tell me to turn it down quick (down quick)
Didn't make it to the finals like I'm Luka Doncic (f*ck)
Gotta run like Sonic (damn)
Man I hit like payday on bill day, that's cold hard facts (cold hard facts)
F*ck the voices in my head, they all talk back (Mason)
Can't cut 'em off, they too involved (Mason)
I'm going right, they lead me wrong
I'm led astray, they watch me fall (Mason, Mason, Mason)
I'm crying now, they laugh it off uh
F*ckin' all my demons, hit it raw, don't use no Trojan (raw)
Beatin' all these pussies up, I'm feelin' like Hulk Hogan (raw)
Cut you up across the chest just like my name was Logan (X)
Psychopathic tendencies, I can't seem to control it (control it)
I'm a psychopath on the track (on the track)
Catching plays like a running back (running back)
7 days, you be weak, I be talkin' that (talkin' that)
Say this shit to yo face, I could run it back (go then)
I could run it back (yeah)
Say this shit to yo' face, I could run it back (go then, yeah)
I could run it back (yeah)
Say this shit to yo' face, I could run it back
I swear to God this shit is too easy
Shout out the homie Mason
You know I had to mix this one though
Peter Kings baby
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Bitch