Run down
We catching them oops
Gun down m m mm m
I’m running your block (what you gon do)
Outta town
Still got it on lock
Touch down
I feel like a god (I love it )
I get Praise like I’m god (I’m not above it )
I get paid like I’m mob (squad)
Money over b*tches (nah)
Cause you b*tches is jobs
Nd my n*ggas don’t need that (nah)
No 9 to 5 (b*tch)
But my n*ggas still see checks
Wherever the money go n*gga we at
Slide on anything cause we slatt (slime)
Young n*gga got his money up
Now the b*tches wan kno where we at
Thinking I’m gon run it up
Ha who tf made you believe that
That sh*t over 100 bucks
b*tch better put that weave back (now)
Make 1 to 200 love and every dime I need that (now)
Keep a vest and a tech with me
If a n*gga sneeze
On god I’m squeeze that (bow)
I keep some blessings w me
Spazz go super saiyan
We all kno he’ll kick ya ass (Spazz yeah)
I jus be on some cooling sh*t
Your b*tch on some choosing sh*t
Get her Slide on you
Make you lose a grip (givit here )
Pull out the 4 and make you lose a 5th
Don’t run n*gga
I’m tryna catch a lick (come here)
Don’t run
I jus caught your b*tch (look here)
Don’t run (don’t run)
I thought you could take the di*k
Don’t run (nah don’t run )
I kno my sh*t too big (mmm)
sh*t ride like a 6 speed
I’m free but no you can’t get me (not sweet)
If You can’t drive (the boat) (Lil b*tch)
You never gon get me (Lil b*tch)
b*tch you never gon get me
Slide ona opp 6 feet
Slide ina coupe bad lil b*tch want me play with her kitty
I Got the opps n*ggas get silly ok I spank his ass with tha fifty
I ain’t baby fifty but I’m dropping fifty
No Deray n*gga but I’m getting busy
Glock 23 is on my hip bad b*tch say she from Baltimore
Slide ona opp
Hit his ass with the chop
Glock 27 came with mop
Glock 30s gon knock
Hit a n*gga far with the Glock
Looking for me I’m right there on front line
Bad lil b*tch played me like I’m sunshine
And she told me yeah her name was sunshine
Run down
We catching them oops
Gun down m m mm m
I’m running your block (what you gon do)
Outta town
Still got it on lock
Touch down
I feel like a god (I love it )
I get Praise like I’m god (I’m not above it )
I get paid like I’m mob (squad)
Money over b*tches (nah)
Cause you b*tches is jobs
Nd my n*ggas don’t need that (nah)
No 9 to 5 (b*tch)
But my n*ggas still see checks
Wherever the money go n*gga we at
Slide on anything cause we slatt (slime)
Young n*gga got his money up
Now the b*tches wan kno where we at