Don’t Run lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
Huh, huh-huh
Huh, huh-huh
Huh-huh, huh, huh-huh
Hah, huh-huh

[Verse]
Guap, huh-huh
n*gga, you know we runnin' up guap, gettin' them figures
She say that she love me a lot, said I'm that n*gga
Pull up, pull up in the spot, hop out the [?]
She know a n*gga got style, I don't gotta rizz her
Marni on my feet, not Crocs, you know I'm not simple
Push up on me, I'm not tryna box
Boy get popped like a pimple
Yo' 6, what's the word?
Black truck for the day, that's a fizzle
n*ggas travel like we double dribbled
Keep a small circle like a nipple
n*ggas don't keep it official
You don't know who really with you
Let a hood b*tch hold my pistol
She gon' make that sh*t clap, what's the issue?
I make it rain, lil' n*gga, gon' drench you
Dot on his head like a Hindu
Shrooms, they hittin' my mental
Freak b*tch tryna f*ck on the bros, let 'em know who sent you
I don't need these f*ckin' hoes, no, they not essential
Brodie bought the Rolls out, we was jackin' the Benz though
I had to tear that sh*t down, we run to the end zone
Big GLE sh*t, n*gga, I don't hop in no Benzos
n*gga, I don't do no [?], don't do no benzos
Got in her crib and I got to the kitty, no hello
Pourin' up purple, I'm pourin' up Donatello
b*tch, you know we rollin', smokin' like a chimney
b*tch, I flexed up, I know why these n*ggas envy me
I got legs on my body like a centipede
She like [?] countin' green
She can bring a lil' friend, n*gga, have a three
I know what it was, n*gga, when I seen it
[?]
Don't gotta run, keep that sh*t on me
I'm in the hood posted with that thing, yeah
[Outro]
Don't gotta run (Don't gotta run, keep that sh*t on me, yeah)
Don't gotta run (Let's go)
Don't gotta run
Don't gotta run
Pasto Flocco, yeah