Runnin' Off
You don't wanna be dead in the street
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
Prescription Cowboy, I'm a boss
I might take a nigga off and have em slumped just like a sloth
Can't do nothin but count money while I'm sittin in the loft
I got so many designers I can't even close my closet
Stress free, life great, Uber Eats, get cake
Badd bitch give me face, movin in and out of state
Rubberband man stackin, I got foreign dealer plates
Got these haters on my T-I-P, they standin in the way
Right back tot he back of the trap
30 round and a strap in my lap
Murko, draco, puttin that shit in the peep hole
Came in the game with a kilo
Takin yo shit like I'm Debo
Dunkin the game from the free throw
You niggas is lost like Nemo
You don't wanna be dead in the street
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
Who the fuck want smoke with da goat
Gotta cut them niggaz off if they ain't sticking to the code
Blowing dope with another nigga hoe
Denim come from overseas and she from another coast
Less Tony, Mo Sosa
Playin with my money boy don't play with my emotions
Quarterback and the coach really put them plays in motion
Automatic Shotgun bust ya fuckin brain open
No face no case casket closed em
Dracos and Revolvers
Kept da shell cases fuck the crime solvers
Bullets made the bitch nigga dance like he Carlton
Hole in his head like a dolphin
Body shakin no Harlem
Nigga I'm sorry for ya losses
You don't wanna be dead in the street
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
Prescription Cowboy, I'm a boss
I might take a nigga off and have em slumped just like a sloth
Can't do nothin but count money while I'm sittin in the loft
I got so many designers I can't even close my closet
Stress free, life great, Uber Eats, get cake
Badd bitch give me face, movin in and out of state
Rubberband man stackin, I got foreign dealer plates
Got these haters on my T-I-P, they standin in the way
Right back tot he back of the trap
30 round and a strap in my lap
Murko, draco, puttin that shit in the peep hole
Came in the game with a kilo
Takin yo shit like I'm Debo
Dunkin the game from the free throw
You niggas is lost like Nemo
You don't wanna be dead in the street
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
Who the fuck want smoke with da goat
Gotta cut them niggaz off if they ain't sticking to the code
Blowing dope with another nigga hoe
Denim come from overseas and she from another coast
Less Tony, Mo Sosa
Playin with my money boy don't play with my emotions
Quarterback and the coach really put them plays in motion
Automatic Shotgun bust ya fuckin brain open
No face no case casket closed em
Dracos and Revolvers
Kept da shell cases fuck the crime solvers
Bullets made the bitch nigga dance like he Carlton
Hole in his head like a dolphin
Body shakin no Harlem
Nigga I'm sorry for ya losses
You don't wanna be dead in the street
Hole in ya head, better yet Swiss Cheese'd
Why you tryna act hard as hell when you know damn well you gon run and call 12
Pussy nigga runnin to the law
Had to slime a couple niggas had to take some niggas off
Had to wipe a nigga nose hit em with the triple cross
Fuck yo plug I'm runnin off
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Writer(s): Mellow $avage
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