DONT RUNN lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (It's [Zex?], n*gga, b*tch)
Some of them opp n*ggas, I bodied them sh*ts, n*gga

[Chorus]
Rrah, rrah, lately I been on that sh*t
b*tch, I been fiendin’ to up my blick (Pew)
I'm the biggest this sh*t can get
I was only n*gga in my city that's holdin’ it down 'til the guys come home, we rich, damn
I heard bronem just hit his mans, this sh*t got a cooler kit
I could merch that, bro just let off a switch and three of them n*ggas got hit
Put that belt to ass, lil' n*gga, now tell me who your f*ckin' b*tch
Damn, yeah, I want it all, so you pus*y n*ggas better tighten your kicks (Grrah)
I'ma come through runnin'
Now eat my gun, eat the whole f*ckin' clip

[Verse]
He think he slime, we gon' wipe his nose
Boy tried to run, we creeped up, bah
Hit the back of his head, have him dead on the road
We on that sh*t, you know how that go
The first n*gga run get turned to a post
It’s a b*tch n*gga in my town that I’m tryna turn to a f*ckin' ghost
Bro hit the car, start lettin’ off shots
You come to this block, get turned to a toast
Bro let him run, he ain't makin' it far
b*tch, I got a SCA and it came with a scope
Bro, how many n*ggas we done put that belt to ass?
This sh*t ain't no joke
I catch a opp n*gga, I might just pop, n*gga
Thought he was fast, we [?] the smoke (Baow, baow)
No, I ain’t droppin' my mask
n*gga, I might just hop out and spaz
Wait, I think he fit in that bag
b*tch, new car, cut off the tag
They wanna know what I got in my stash
Wait, I drop a hundred on hundred, I'm banked
Got on Yus? He gon' double that bag
[Chorus]
Rrah, rrah, lately I been on that sh*t
b*tch, I been fiendin' to up my blick (Pew)
I'm the biggest this sh*t can get
I was only n*gga in my city that's holdin' it down 'til the guys come home, we rich, damn
I heard bronem just hit his mans, this sh*t got a cooler kit
I could merch that, bro just let off a switch and three of them n*ggas got hit
Put that belt to ass, lil' n*gga, now tell me who your f*ckin' b*tch
Damn, yeah, I want it all, so you pus*y n*ggas better tighten your kicks (Grrah)
I'ma come through runnin'
Now eat my gun, eat the whole f*ckin' clip

[Outro]
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah, rrah, grrah