Back From The Dead

[Verse 1] Riding in the ghost, the hood know me well This shit 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 Bitch I'm in my bag, Gucci puffer coat Nigga I'm in my bag, I broke enough for us both You fuckin' with the goat Uh, fuck nigga Ridin' in the Vette Every time I hit the gas it make her pussy 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 wristwatch We did the impossible, told my niggas lock and load We got drums in this bitch like rock and roll AR bullets run through niggas likе we run through obstacles Fuck we fighting for, stеp on a nigga like a cockroach I fuck with Mexicans from Mexico, they kill you vamanos We jump off the Porsche Geronimo like "eenie miney moe" I look over my shoulder more than a nigga drop the soap Bitch you nasty, real nasty, nastier than guacamole I'm so Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious See you pussies 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, fuck nigga I come alive Straight back from the dead, fuck nigga Are you scared, fuck nigga (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 nigga He on the list so get his info pull a kick door nigga How you gon' run beyond your ass just like a nympho nigga New real estate, no you can't find this shit on Zillow nigga I had the ups, couldn't even slide, he had his kiddos with him New rental car, I copped it, my bitch 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 killer These bitches be mad and bitter They don't know about Jeremy Bitter I came from rags to riches Nigga I ain't scared to get you I was in here with the roaches and the rats I'm on go like a soldier in Iraq Tell these niggas I don’t an interaction Mo' transactions Fuck nigga I need mo' transactions [Chorus] Racked up, money on your head, fuck nigga I come alive Straight back from the dead, fuck nigga Are you scared, fuck nigga (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