Take Off Running lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, what the f-)

[Chorus]
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngin Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngin Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around

[Verse 1]
They know how we're stepping, it's too late to grab his weapon
Graduate u get a glizzy, we don’t do no Smith & Wessons
All the opps get taught a lesson, vid dropped, it got em guessing
Way we scoring getting boring, man these lil n*ggas depressing
n*ggas internet, but we get into that, revenge mandatory
We make sure your ummi get that phone call and a story
We gon walk em down in broad day, you think he Bron
n*ggas shooting from a block away, them n*ggas ain’t my kind
f*ck the opps, he shooting blind, we don’t pay them n*ggas mind
Drop him and make the block hot, f*ck up them n*ggas grind
Watch how u talking on this line, you gon have me in the pond
Be a fool and take away the rules, we gon want ya mom
Give the 40 to my shorty, he know how he pay me back
I told him that I want [?] for sure he gave me that
Ay stall him out, he [?] me that, Navy Seal the way we strapped
Bullets pierced his rear, ummi ain’t gon get her baby back
[Chorus]
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngin Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngin Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around

[Verse 2]
We gon jump out on em, bet they take off
We get on top of n*ggas, we gon knock his face off
We take you off this earth, the b*tches gon replace y’all
Come through swinging that stick, like we playing baseball
Why then n*ggas mad at me, they all die, tragedy
They must been f*cking with the wrong group of n*ggas, had to be
The way they ran, u had to see, sh*t they was being bad to me
Seen n*ggas get hit in they back, the bullets broke the battery
I’m spinning blocks, we gon start clutching
Slow it down ‘fore we start cutting
Man them n*ggas just was b*tches, now they gangsta all the sudden
Life or death, it’s all or nothing, and I can push all the buttons
My lil n*gga beefing with his folks, he gon kill all his cousins
Drop a n*gga for the free, they ain’t have to pay a fee
Told my shorty when he up the score he make his way to me
Auntie said she pray for me, all them n*ggas pray to me
n*ggas lost lives cuz they ain’t know what to say to me
[Chorus]
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngn Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around
We spin they block, they take off running, we gon hawk em down
I call my youngin Bron Bron, he gon walk him down
We get that bucket, tell u pick ya man up off the ground
We gon leave they block in caution tape, they gotta walk around