​runitlikef*ckapace lyrics

[Verse 1]
I run up the money, I don't give a f*ck
Pushin’ my agenda until I can front
I've been so [?], I know that you're coping
With nothing but [butter?], so f*ckin’ locked up

[Pre-Chorus]
f*ck, f*ck-f*ck
Anybody goin' to the door
f*ck it, I'ma end 'em with a [?]
I don't wanna play
f*ck with the fake mothaf*cka' sh*t
In the fit of rage

[Chorus]
Run it like f*ck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullsh*t
Bullsh*t gotta wait
Run it like f*ck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullsh*t
Bullsh*t gotta wait

[Verse 2]
Don’t make me tuck you, Dave
(Wait, who the f*ck is Dave?)
That’s my gun, my .223
Will probably end your day
Turn that [?] up
If you make a [shot?]
[f*cks you and your motha?]
Step on your [brudda?]
I could say some f*ckin' bullsh*t
[?] and you will eat it up
Might be Michael Jackson
With the way I really beat it up, heat it up
Cookin’ up some crack
It really keep me up, beat it, bro
Actin' like you didn't really speed it up
[Bridge]
I keep my pistol
When I'm p*ssed off
I keep my pistol
When I’m p*ssed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm p*ssed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm p*ssed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm p*ssed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm p*ssed off

[Verse 3]
f*ck everybody that acts as if they're funny
But where is the fun when you're up on the stage?
They wanna be envy, I wanna be petty
I'm pointing this 9mm into his face
I'm switchin' the pace (That sh*t get me paid)
I wanna get paid (They might be sauced)
They wanna be fake (They wanna be fake?)
They wanna be fake, I want 'em to talk

[Chorus]
Run it like f*ck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullsh*t
Bullsh*t gotta wait
Run it like f*ck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullsh*t
Bullsh*t gotta wait