Twisted Runway lyrics
by Au/Ra
[Hook]
When will these n*ggas learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n*ggas earn?
Them n*ggas round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
f*ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly
[Verse One]
n*ggas tryna find me, aye
Tell them get behind me, aye
Yes my jewelry crying, aye
Yes my choppa sighing, aye
That's a opp I'm sighting, aye
Then send choppas flying, aye
I don't mean the gun, aye
I mean the bullets biting, aye
Here comes a pistol diss track, it's what the clips be writing
n*gga think he frightening, aye
Hit his ass with lightning, aye
Diamonds on the breitling, aye
They call a freezer my bling, aye
Man these hoes be trifling, aye
Man these boys be biting, aye
When will you n*ggas learn?
That what I get I earned?
Boy, that's why it's my turn
Boy, that's why you a sherm!
[Hook]
When will these n*ggas learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n*ggas earn?
Them n*ggas round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
f*ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly
[Verse Two]
Boy come shop with me, I will bless you like a Pastor
Diamonds on me so yellow, I cannot hold in my bladder
Saying you got money, I cannot hold in my laughter
Me and you not the same, I'm at the end of the chapter
These n*ggas bite like a Raptor, It's money that I'm running after
You don't gotta be a actor, foreign sound like a tractor
And my dope so loud, I tell it ''quiet down what is the matter?''
Get your b*tch I might snatch her, turn your life to a disaster
Talk down i make it burn
In traffic, how fast can you make a turn?
I know you feel concerned
n*gga I came up from dealing on the curb
[Hook]
When will these n*ggas learn?
That if I catch they mans that mean they gone too
What did these n*ggas earn?
Them n*ggas round you, won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway, get popped like Bombay
f*ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy, got these Balmains ugly