On the run, more out
(Ayo, E go crazy)
Ooh
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
For my rich niggas (Let's go), all them young niggas (Them youngins)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah)
Talkin' like he want it, and wasn't on it, it ain't my fault (Uh-uh)
He should've had his .30 in his hand soon as they popped out (Ha)
Soon as he lift his hand, they zipped his ass, left like a jack off
This for my niggas dyin’ behind my name, bitch, take yo' hat off
This for them bitches with me, I say "Clear," they get to poppin'
Ho, you could feel yourself and get your ass whooped out yo' body
Been rollin' by myself since Dump had left
Bitch, who ain't 'bout it?
Them niggas almost got me, I was slippin', they ain't fire it
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Goddamn)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah)
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
Can't run, bust him
And this cutter come from Russia (Let's go)
You gon' make me flash, blatt yo' ass like, "Get the fuck up" (Get up)
And that bitch could be bad with a big ol' ass, still feel like, "Fuck her"
And we thuggin', built to last
This for that Nawf, bitch, I'm gon' stand up
Bitch, make me put your mans up
Bitch, you bet' not put yo' hand up
Lil Ben gon' knock yo' face off
Off the flat, but ain't no playin' us
Ain't no words, you could've can us
For all that, it wouldn't of been none
Totin' on a big somethin'
That gonna make a nigga stamp somethin'
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Let's go)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga? (What you on?)
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
Yeah, for my rich niggas and my young niggas (Northside, 38, ain't nobody safe)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
That line, them bullets flyin'
Bang, bang, bitch on four, pussy
Money cut that bitch, don't throw it to me
Don't rip, I'm weak
compositores: Kentrell Gaulden - Ebiem Nwaebiem
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