letra de back from the dead - yung bleu & jd on tha track
[verse 1]
riding in the ghost, the hood know me well
this sh-t hard to find, this that holy grail
court side, sit so close it’s like we know the players
but i’m a player too, my jersey in the booth
b-tch i’m in my bag, gucci puffer coat
n-gga i’m in my bag, i broke enough for us both
you f-ckin’ with the goat
uh, f-ck n-gga
ridin’ in the vette
every time i hit the gas it make her p-ssy wet
how yung bleu got all them millions, he ain’t went viral yet
no i won’t be on tiktok, but i got sierra leone diamonds in this wristw-tch
we did the impossible, told my n-ggas lock and load
we got drums in this b-tch like rock and roll
ar bullets run through n-ggas likе we run through obstacles
f-ck we fighting for, stеp on a n-gga like a c-ckroach
i f-ck with mexicans from mexico, they k!ll you vamanos
we jump off the porsche geronimo like “eenie miney moe”
i look over my shoulder more than a n-gga drop the soap
b-tch you nasty, real nasty, nastier than guacamole
i’m so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
see you p-ssies in the afterlife, we at your casket closin’
home invasion, check the front door then see if the back is open
be aware, don’t be lackin’ focus, they might crack it open
[chorus]
racked up, money on your head, f-ck n-gga
i come alive
straight back from the dead, f-ck n-gga
are you scared, f-ck n-gga (and let the streets say amen)
(what you wanna do?)
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
[verse 2]
this the intro n-gga
he on the list so get his info pull a kick door n-gga
how you gon’ run beyond your ass just like a nympho n-gga
new real estate, no you can’t find this sh-t on zillow n-gga
i had the ups, couldn’t even slide, he had his kiddos with him
new rental car, i copped it, my b-tch named the windows tenant
big bleu, the big old menace
new magazine extendo on the glock, it shoot like gasoline
we tryna rob everything, we ain’t nothin’ but a pack of thieves
i’m ridin’ with a cold ass k!ller
these b-tches be mad and bitter
they don’t know about jeremy bitter
i came from rags to riches
n-gga i ain’t scared to get you
i was in here with the roaches and the rats
i’m on [?] like a soldier in iraq
[?] n-ggas all want an interaction
mo’ transactions
f-ck n-gga i need mo’ transactions
[chorus]
racked up, money on your head, f-ck n-gga
i come alive
straight back from the dead, f-ck n-gga
are you scared, f-ck n-gga (and let the streets say amen)
(what you wanna do?)
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
run this money up, run it
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