Run Em Over lyrics

[Hook]
I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That's your your friend, b*tch?
She tryna set yo mans up, b*tch
Acting like you slow, b*tch
You need to stop f*cking with them hoes, b*tch
They like Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these b*tches love Sosa
Pull off in that Beamer or that Rover
See a opp, I'ma run 'em over

[Verse 1]
Two fifties, 'member I used to tote a cobra
Five iPhones, I remember Motorola
I'm still getting on it for your movement
And you know that I'm the money folder
She see Almighty and she will bust it
She bust it open, tryna steal something
She thought Almighty was a damn dummy
She thought Almighty was a damn mummy
'Cause I was off a flat
Finna have a heart attack
I'm finna have a thot attack
Steady breaking these thotties' backs
[Hook]
I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That's your your friend, b*tch?
She tryna set yo mans up, b*tch
Acting like you slow, b*tch
You need to stop f*cking with them hoes, b*tch
They like Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these b*tches love Sosa
Pull off in that Beamer or that Rover
See a opp, I'ma run 'em over

[Verse 2]
Right now I got my Bobcats on
Don't make me go put them damn Giuseppes on
Don't make me put them damn Balenciagas on
Them b*tches cost 600 hundred strong
Right now I see dollar signs
Do you got a dollar sign of mine?
If you do, I need that sh*t right now
How you telling my goons to pipe down?
And it's a fight now
With bullets
Bullets hit you in your stomach
Where the f*ck you want it at?
We ask questions when we done with it
I'm smoking on this skunky sh*t, it stank
And I'm on my way to the bank
I gotta pick up fifty G's
Just to splurge it all on me
Stinging b*tches, I'm the youngest bumblebee
Smoking weed, 'til I OD
Smoking on this Tooka
Don't make my n*ggas go and shoot you, bang bang
I ain't gotta shoot you, it's the same thang
Choppa with a knife, let's play Hangman
See you, you can't hang mane
b*tch, I'm with the situation gang gang
[Hook]
I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That's your your friend, b*tch?
She tryna set yo mans up, b*tch
Acting like you slow, b*tch
You need to stop f*cking with them hoes, b*tch
They like Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these b*tches love Sosa
Pull off in that Beamer or that Rover
See a opp, I'ma run 'em over