Ay, ay, ay, ay J-A-Y-L-E-I-G-H, go

Run it back, bring the smoke
I don't think that you really wanna go
I'm like Run it back, bring the smoke
I don't think that you really wanna go

Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Give me space, let me breathe for a minute
Need the whole place to just feel me while I'm in it
I'm like, mmm give me space, let me breathe for a minute
Need the whole place to just feel me while I'm in it

I got bars, straight fire
I'm a whole-ass mood, you aspire
I'm from Mars, a great flyer
Your girl's a gap-toothed bitch and a liar

I've been rockin' steady,
I'm mobbin' heavy
I grew my hair out long for a wedding
I was born ready, with a machete
I got style in my movement like a big-box Chevy

Man, I'm smoother than a baby's bottom, fresher than a swisher,
Got a lot of juice, you're the cup, I'm the pitcher
You need a bigger picture, let me point you to the cinema
Head so far up your ass, you need an enema

Come, I'm ending ya, yeah, someone call the morgue up
You're hopin' for the money while I'm tearin' floorboards up
Juicier and sweeter than a peach down from Georgia
Trump with my music, yeah, I'm gonna blow the world up

Run it back, bring the smoke
I don't think that you really wanna go
I'm like Run it back, bring the smoke
I don't think that you really wanna go

Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back