​​​run it back

[Intro]
(Biohazard)

[Verse: diechronicle]
Walk in the trap with a mo'fuckin' AK
I own fuckin' guns that shit fake, [?]
Walk in the trap with a mo'fuckin' AK-K
I own fuckin' guns that shit fake, [?]
Pull up on yo' crib, ayy, lemme take yo' shi, a—

[Chorus: diechronicle]
Two hoes on me, finna have a threes—
Two poles on me, and we fuckin' shootin', yeah-h-h-h
Walk with that bitch, ayy, she not even get—
P-p-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
P-p-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
P-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
I don'-I don't even know you, why you tryna throw shi—
Yeah, nig-niggas tryna throw-row shi—
Yeah, ni-ni-ni—, throw-ow-ow shi— (Let's do this)
I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
I just-I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
[?] to the N, think it's time to make it rai—

[Verse: len333]
Hollow they tips make a mess, I'ma send him to his—
Hollow they tips make a mess, I'ma send him to his mans
Haven't runned down on the squad, pulled up in a min-i-i—
I'ma [?] by the [cook?], nigga, that's just what I [?]
I'ma [?] by the [cook?], nigga, that's just—
In a Lil Yachty boat, we finna shoot, at the roof
Wanna talk on my gang, we gon' pull up with them troops
Bitch hella ba-d-d—
Me and Chronicle be posted, yeah, we gettin' to this loot
Me and Chronicle be posted, yeah, w-gettin'-gettin' to this loot
Makin' bands nigga, run that shit back

[Chorus: diechronicle]
Two hoes on me, finna have a threes—
Two poles on me, and we fuckin' shootin', yeah-h-h-h
Walk with that bitch, ayy, she not even get—
P-p-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
P-p-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
P-pull up in yo' crib, [?]—
I don'-I don't even know you, why you tryna throw shi—
Yeah, nig-niggas tryna throw-row shi—
Yeah, ni-ni-ni—, throw-ow-ow shi— (Let's do this)
I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
I just-I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]
I just told my nigga Len, we don't talk 'bout [?]