RUN IT BACK!
XXXTENTACION & CRAIG XEN Lyrics
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We dropping that fire on you fuck niggas, man
We taking over the motherfucking streets, 400 block shit, pussy nigga
That part, ayy!
Dumbass nigga
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can't never lack, uh
Use the club, if you hit a lick, can't run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can't trust no bitch, how you do that?
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk wack, uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (woo!)
Pistols have him runnin' like a fuckin' running-back
Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (where he at?)
Heard that he was cold, pump him, unimpressed (one step!)
Ayy, shoot that fuck nigga for his sack, let him flex (let him flex!)
Pussy try to cap, check his motherfuckin' stats
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Middle fuckin' finger, I bleed on 'em (bow, bow, bow)
Heard he's sneak dissin' on my team, mumble, ayy (ayy-ayy)
Hit him for the diss, this that beam on him (huh)
Fool me, you try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, mm
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (ayy-ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, hmm (ayy!)
Caught a opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys, uh (ayy-ayy)
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, mm (ayy!)
Ayy!
Ayy!
The first verse in the song is more like an introduction, to establish that the rapper is dropping some hot bars that will take over the streets. The second and third verses, however, highlight the rapper's lifestyle, his suspicious nature, and also his readiness to take on anyone who crosses his path. He talks about his car, which has black tints, and a loaded Glock that he never lacks. The rapper even goes ahead to caution that if you hit a lick, you can't run it back, making it clear that he is not one to be messed with. The following line suggests that the rapper is tired of the lack of trust and the deceit that comes with the fame, and he would kill anyone who talks trash about him. The lyrics illustrate someone who is always on edge and always up for a fight.
The chorus "Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (where he at?) Heard that he was cold, pump him, unimpressed (one step!)" reinforces that the rapper is not here to joke around, and if anyone dares to challenge him or his crew, they would be dealt with. The last verse emphasizes the rapper's readiness to go to any length to protect himself and his team; hence the bloody knife he carries with him. With lines like "I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime," the rapper shows that he is always ready for any attack.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck niggas know what it is, man
Other men who disrespect and disregard us are well aware of the realness of our crew.
We dropping that fire on you fuck niggas, man
We are releasing some seriously hot music for our haters to deal with.
We taking over the motherfucking streets, 400 block shit, pussy nigga
We are dominating the streets and making our presence felt, particularly from the 400 block area.
That part, ayy!
That's absolutely what I'm talking about, you feel me?!
Dumbass nigga
You're a downright idiot, man.
Got her wet, uh
I made her juicy and turned her on, ya feel me?
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
We've got some serious wheels and are cruising in the back with black tinted windows.
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can't never lack, uh
We're rolling in a fancy foreign car with a loaded gun, so we're always prepared for any situation.
Use the club, if you hit a lick, can't run it back, uh
If you rob someone, don't return to the scene, because you might get caught.
Okay, shorty, I can't trust no bitch, how you do that?
I can't rely on any woman, how do you manage to put your trust in them?
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk wack, uh
I don't care about fame, and I'm willing to take down anyone who talks negatively about me or my crew.
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
I'll tear up his belongings, no need to worry, let's just do it again.
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (woo!)
If I happen to be in your neighborhood and spot you, let's have a rematch, baby!
Pistols have him runnin' like a fuckin' running-back
If we come after someone with our pistols, they'll be running away like a football player dodging tackles.
Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (where he at?)
Let's have another round and redo the same thing, where's our opponent at?
Heard that he was cold, pump him, unimpressed (one step!)
I heard he's trying to act tough, but I'm not intimidated, let's take him down.
Ayy, shoot that fuck nigga for his sack, let him flex (let him flex!)
Let's kill that punk for his money and let him brag about it.
Pussy try to cap, check his motherfuckin' stats
If someone tries to act tough, let's check out their real-life stats and see if they actually measure up.
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Everything's still the same except for the ring on my finger.
Middle fuckin' finger, I bleed on 'em (bow, bow, bow)
I'm flipping people off with my middle finger and it's like I'm shooting them with bullets.
Heard he's sneak dissin' on my team, mumble, ayy (ayy-ayy)
I've heard he's talking trash behind our backs, mumbling and stuttering.
Hit him for the diss, this that beam on him (huh)
Let's attack him for his disrespect by shining a bright light on him, making him vulnerable.
Fool me, you try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, mm
If you try to deceive me, you'll end up losing your game of hopscotch, ya feel me?
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (ayy-ayy)
My old school mentor advised me not to have faith in promiscuous women or untrustworthy men.
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, hmm (ayy!)
I've got a knife stained with blood in my holster, I've beheaded men before, ya feel me?
Caught a opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys, uh (ayy-ayy)
I've caught an enemy, not a Pokémon, and I'm looking to kill, ya feel me?
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, mm (ayy!)
I never really sleep, I just like to rest with my knife by my side, ya feel me?
Ayy!
That's the sound of excitement or approval, ya feel me?
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy, Craig J. Gordwin
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