Running from the Cops lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
Money is the motivation, I be laughing
Cashing while you be hating, my whole path is on constant elevation
While you ain't half of the half of the n*ggas that you came with, 25%
I wouldn't pay 25¢ to hear you spit; I'd rather listen to my mama have sex
You're too meek, and I pray you're not weak
First b*tch too funny, be my dinner of the week
Posting pics on Instagram, instant damage, eating beets like I'm famished
Damn right, I'm f*cking with a freak if she's Spanish
Still getting money with the n*ggas that I ran with
Back when that white stuff in my pocket wasn't no aspirin
You want to get your ass kicked? f*ck with this black b*tch
Andy Milonakis, V-Nasty, aw sh*t
Y'all n*ggas really don't know what you started

[Hook: Tish Hyman]
When I was just a kid, I used to run from the cops, cops, cops
And I never stopped, stopped, stopped
Running from the cops, cops, cops
Oh, my mama said don't you hang with them thugs, thugs, thugs
But I like to do drugs, drugs, drugs
Make rhymes and get drunk, drunk, drunk

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I don't stutter when I spit, but I'm from the gut of hotness
Andy Milonakis, holding ya hostage
My best ain't dirty; they came from the street
V-Nasty rolled through in the off-cream Jeep
And Tish be rolling back-to-back
She think I'm real fly when I'm acting black
But I ain't acting like a fact in Tinactin
Make a pus*y do a backspin, no I ain't no has-been
The husbands sure love me, the night, you lying
f*ck with my family, you damn sure dying
That's not a funny rapper, I said it cause I meant it
It's Andy Milonakis; your rap name's rented
I'm realer than your college philosophy teacher
I'm in the club with Kanye; he paid me for a feature
60 raps, 60 stacks, 60 bams
[Hook]

[Verse 3: V-Nasty]
I woke up this morning, stressed about a lot of sh*t
My mess up with money, so you know that's what I got to get
Go is where I'm running to, got to get a lot of it
If you've got more than me, it's a test that I be poppin' sh*t
Drop your sh*t, lock your sh*t, slow down if you're talkin' sh*t
If you need a good connect, me and you is talkin' bricks
Yeah, I hit a lot of licks; I'm trying to be done with it
You playing with my money, so I hope you're having fun with it
Staying with my 40, I bet it be a drummer then
I'm pimping on these b*tches, just know I like come with it
f*ck the fist, got a center of investigation
More and beaker to come on, I can't be patient
Can't keep waiting, I'm about to start tripping
Came to my mama's house, they all started dripping
I'm not wasting time unless it's about profit
b*tch, I'm getting high, me, Tish, and Milonakis

[Hook]