Chorus:
My Lil n*gga on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him f*cking on his b*tch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./
My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/f*ck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil n*gga/
Verse 1: My lil n*gga going crazy/ like them youngin’s say they brazy/ turn ya into Patrick Swayze/ you a ghost hoe/ My lil n*gga quick to snap on n*ggas/ photo/ they trained shooters from the birth/ n*gga go mode/ A couple bodies ain't enough them n*ggas want more/ and me I feel like John Gotti living in the flesh/ You got an issue/ get ya pistol/ get it off ya chest/ and my lil n*ggas they be repping/ riding for the set/
Chorus:
My Lil n*gga on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him f*cking on his b*tch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./
My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/f*ck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil n*gga/
Verse 2: My lil n*gga did a bid and ain't tell a thang/
My lil n*gga thru the SIG up and let it rang/
My lil n*gga moving smart so they going far/
Resuscitate a situation give it CPR/
My lil n*gga hate revolvers/want the A-R/
He took the stick and swung that b*tch just like a guitar/
My lil n*gga smoke the weed that come out the jar/
And they might jack you just to put some rims on they’re car./
Chorus:
My Lil n*gga on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him f*cking on his b*tch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./
My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/f*ck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil n*gga/
Verse 3: If you a real lil n*gga put ya hands up/
You getting money mutherf*ck ‘em throw them bands up/
If you a real big homie show ya n*ggas something/
Don’t flex up on them all the time/ throw ya n*ggas something/
If you a real lil homie then pay homage n*gga/
Don’t hit ya OG up with lies keep it honest with him/
If you a real big homie give ya n*ggas knowledge/
I salute my lil homies cuz them n*ggas solid/
Chorus:
My Lil n*gga on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him f*cking on his b*tch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./
My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/f*ck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil n*gga/