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yung bleu & jd on tha track - back from the dead كلمات الأغنية

[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

- yung bleu jd on tha track

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