Текст песни Watch Out/Run It Back - Scope & J-Miri

Yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

Hopped out, pop shit, feelin' like the man
Rocked out, cash bitch, I need me an advance
Dripped out, hot shit, I don't need no xans
Watch out, thot bitch, said she was a stan

I think I came
To let you know
It's such a shame to let me go
I am the man, the myth, the guy
I talk my shit, I'm not so shy

It's crazy how some niggas copy your style
It's crazy how some bitches moo like some cows
It's lame how you never will fucking grow
If all you do is just smoke, and keep fucking with hoes
You can smoke but you just have to take breaks
Trust me you don't really want to just waste
Your life, you'll want to make bank every day
Don't get mad at me I'm just sayin'

Okay
This one turn a hater to a fan
Flute so nice it got me in a trance
Track gon make me ask it for a dance
Wife it up I love it like chance
Floatin on the beat I'm Peter Pan
She text me said she need a helping hand
I gave her two, I didn't have a plan
One in the mouth, the other in her pants
This always seems to be the circumstance
Freaky in the sheets we goin ham
We makin music only play the jams
No Netflix she gon fuck me on demand
I twist my wrist I'm whipping on the yams
She dripping from the tip, god damn
It's pay per view call it a summer slam
But when autumn cum I tell the girl to scream
Now it's back to dreamin, scheming all the plans
Of meeting artists that help me to stand
Of making dollars, sharing it with friends
Of cutting those who push me to my ends
Of breaking hearts I know they never mend
Of killing shit I know I won't ascend
Of takin shots cheers to revenge
So here's to revenge
Like

Hopped out, pop shit, feelin' like the man
Rocked out, cash bitch, I need me an advance
Dripped out, hot shit, I don't need no xans
Watch out

(Hopped out, pop shit, feelin' like the man
Rocked out, cash bitch, I need me an advance
Dripped out, hot shit, I don't need no xans
Watch out, thot bitch, said she was a stan)

Run it back, Run it back, Run it back
If you heard the track
Need to run it back
Talking all that shit, Need a tic tac
Open up ya mouth for the Big Mac
Put a bullet in ya throat gon and choke that
A little lead keep you fed no more rap snacks
I'm the entree, three course, three stacks
The Andre, an OutKast, you gon get lapped
Yeah they always say nice guys finish last
But they never had a bad bitch to prove that
Hit you up for some cash now she running back
To make it rain on a nigga while I make it clap
Went and fucked so mean
She finna clap back
Break her back what's a bane to a Batman
I hit it and stick it and lick it like a snack pack
We goin raw Gordon Ramsay wanna hollaback
Yuh

I'ma run at you like a running back
I'ma throw to you like a quarterback
I'ma go through you like a linebacker
Then go smack at your boo bet you won't catch her, Again
Catch me dancing on the floor, Again
Ask her do she want more, Again
I'm the greatest for sure, my friend
Switch it to the green light
Hit it till the sun's bright
Is this only one night?
Not if the pussy's tight
Get a look at me girl
Rub your hands through these curls
Buffer than a beast man
Tougher than all these men
I can make a beat so good that you'll cream your pants
Made her cum so good she won't need a man
She said she's cool but she got attached
She's not fucking with her man she came running back

(Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back,
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back yeah
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back,
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back yeah)