RUN. PT2.

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

You gon get me into trouble if you keep movin' your ass like that

Crass like that, front to match the back

Run that back, count up racks like that

Just a bit of a mad hat on a rap like that

Run that back, get the gat like that

ASAP like that, cut the chit chat with a strap like that

Didn't know Tate Bronze could spit on a track like that

Now I'm back like that

Back of the math, couldn't add like that

Wallet flat now it's fat like that

Cause a Big Mac stack, no cap like that

Run that back, buncha cabbage patch

Bitch boy gonna get snatched like that

Too attached like that, get trashed like that

Hut one, hut two, run it back like that

 

[Hook]

You gon catch me runnin' with the stick up in my grip, yuh

Money on my mind, spendin' it all on weed and liquor

Might be quick but promise that my trigger finger quicker

Talkin' shit, might be the one to pistol whip a bitch, yuh

I been stumblin' been mumblin' around my fucking words

They tell me life gon be a blessing but that shit's a fucking curse

Watch me whip around this bitch until my death, I'm in a hearse

And I ain't fucking with this bitch because this bitch the fucking worst

 

[Verse 2]

It ain't an issue unless you make it one, precision with a naked gun

The vision on this bitch will put you in your grave like a skeleton

I pop my medicine, it keep the voices outta of my cranium

You thought you brave or some? Get outta my face before your day is done

 

[Hook]

You gon catch me runnin' with the stick up in my grip, yuh

Money on my mind, spendin' it all on weed and liquor

Might be quick but promise that my trigger finger quicker

Talkin' shit, might be the one to pistol whip a bitch, yuh

I been stumblin' been mumblin' around my fucking words

They tell me life gon be a blessing but that shit's a fucking curse

Watch me whip around this bitch until my death, I'm in a hearse

And I ain't fucking with this bitch because this bitch the fucking worst, yuh

 

[Verse 3]

Nollie fucking nose grind, I pop molly in my purple sprite

Leaning off codeine, my daddy see me say I give him fright

Cause the meth I left on my bed has him fucking up the vibe

Fuck it, I don't realize, fuck it, I don't feel alive

I been out my body for a hot minute, I'm feeling numb

I seen somebody in a white light, they tell me that I'm too young

Cops pullin' up, homeboys shouting at me "put away your gun."

Vision red, all I could I tell myself was to fucking "RUN"

 

[Hook]

You gon catch me runnin' with the stick up in my grip, yuh

Money on my mind, spendin' it all on weed and liquor

Might be quick but promise that my trigger finger quicker

Talkin' shit, might be the one to pistol whip a bitch, yuh

I been stumblin' been mumblin' around my fucking words

They tell me life gon be a blessing but that shit's a fucking curse

Watch me whip around this bitch until my death, I'm in a hearse

And I ain't fucking with this bitch because this bitch the fucking worst