Cant Run lyrics

[Intro: Gizwop]
Hey, way before switches was popular, me and SD was swinging that sh*t on bro, n*gga like Twenty-Sixteen (Hey Maxo)
I was like fourteen, SD was like fifteen, we came through bumping that stick n*gga
Hey, la-la-la
La-la-la, hey long live Ahk n*gga, on bro n*gga I be getting active for you (This a Anti beat)
Hey, I said I got cousins on that south, they ain't from the Z then f*ck 'em
n*gga said my cousin name, I'ma catch him then I crush him
Said they [?], brought my homie, he gon' punch 'em (This is Petro Gang)

[Chorus: Gizwop]
I'm shooting some sh*t that these n*ggas can't run from
n*ggas keep talking but them n*ggas not on nothing
sh*t don't matter, I'm shooting my gun
n*ggas be tough but they ain't do nothing
You run into me then you know I'm on something
Hey B3, what's happеning? You run up you're done
You hang around me n*gga you gotta shoot your gun
I'm jamming, I'm lеaning, I'm high on Fat Stunna
It's a whole lot of opp-n*ggas' b*tches we f*cked
I keep saying I'm gon' kill him, 3 say he ain't on nothing
I'm passing that Drac', I gave it to Clutch
He came up the wrong way n*gga on that one
Them youngings don't care, they just tryna shoot their gun
For the love of that money them b*tches gon' f*ck
Them opps keep dying, we spanking their butt
Spank three more n*ggas, that sh*t ain't about nothing
[Verse 1: Gizwop]
If I don't know nothing I'm shooting my gun
b*tch-ass n*ggas on the south ain't on nothing
b*tch-ass n*ggas on my side ain't on nothing
n*gga they know Gizwop is a, I'm bringing that thunder
Hey B3, come through bumping switch
Broad daylight I dropped that sh*t
A n*gga approached me then got hit, n*gga
b*tch, we counting bodies not attempts
You know how many b*tch-n*ggas that I hit?
I caught him in traffic, I punished his whip
I was tryna be [?] but I was hip
I be shooting my gun, you could go ask the men
He not gon' survive he get hit with this [?]
[?] I could remember I been on their rip n*gga

[Verse 2: 3o$ama]
(Hey Wopo, let's go n*gga)
(My big brother back home n*gga on Ahk grave n*gga)
(And you know we dragging on Ahk n*gga)
It's 'bout money and murder, I'm one of them ones
I'm a young rich killer n*gga f*ck Fat Stunna
Popped open my door, he got stuck and they run
That stupid-ass n*gga should've had his gun
Wop came home, I passed him a drizzy, I tote switches with that fifty
And we got hats throughout the city, ask the opps how we get busy
And I got IQ n*gga, I sat on their spot and I got shifty
And I been dropping sh*t, you could ask them n*ggas how much I dropped on them
A n*gga dropped a diss, he got punished for dropping that bullsh*t
That sh*t was easy, brand new mini-Peezy, it be doing tricks
Rell died, n*ggas ain't spin since
[?] so I'm killing them n*ggas
You could ask the [?]
Caught him at the club, put sh*t on his whip
When I came through heard a b*tch got hit
f*ck, she ain't know we put sh*t on them b*tches?
I ain't got no picks, any time I see a opp I'm hitting
[Chorus: Gizwop]
I'm shooting some sh*t that these n*ggas can't run from
n*ggas keep talking but them n*ggas not on nothing
sh*t don't matter, I'm shooting my gun
n*ggas be tough but they ain't do nothing
You run into me then you know I'm on something
Hey B3, what's happening? You run up you're done
You hang around me n*gga you gotta shoot your gun
I'm jamming, I'm leaning, I'm high on Fat Stunz
It's a whole lot of opp-n*ggas' b*tches we f*cked
I keep saying I'm gon' kill him, 3 say he ain't on nothing
I'm passing that Drac', I gave it to Clutch
He came up the wrong way n*gga on that one
Them youngings don't care, they just tryna shoot their gun
For the love of that money them b*tches gon' f*ck
Them opps keep dying, we spanking their butt
Spank three more n*ggas, that sh*t ain't about nothing