Run It
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Aye, she called me said she miss me, told her miss me with that shit
Lil bitch, she gon' do a split when she take the dick
Keep the blick, call me Jackie Chan, I be chopping bricks
If your mans drop his address, I might hit a lick
I might fuck his bitch, cause he actin' like I'm not legit
66, when they talkin' shit we empty out our clips
Get a grip, like your bitch's hand up around my dick
With a blunt in between my lips, skunk up in a zip
Run it, run it, uh, bitch I'm runnin' laps all around your team
Pull da beam, make that pussy scream, caps all up in his spleen
Kujo so clean, I taking it to the extreme, I'm so icy, turn up the heat, please
I told Karisma to turn up the beat, 66 we the elite
I just fucked two bitches, huh, now I'm going for 3-peat
They just be talkin', they talkin' that nonsense because they know that they just can't compete
Keep my foot up on these bitches necks so they can taste defeat
In the streets, hold up, shoot a beam, aim it at your dreams
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Up this pistol and it's aimed at you, now you runnin'
And your watch and your fuckin' jewels, pussy better run it
Louboutins on my fuckin' feet, bitch they cost 800
And your bitch playin' with my dick, now she wanna suck it (damn)
Young pothead from the 609, you know I be blunted (dope)
15 shots in this fuckin' nine, bitch you know I'm dumpin' (bang)
If you try taking what is mine, you gon leave with somethin'
Seven shots in your fuckin' spine, bitch you thought I was bluffin', yuh
I be walkin' down on Walnut, junkies walkin' round, they broke (damn)
They might ask me for some dollars, they might ask me for some smokes (nah)
And I tell em I don't got none but my name is Lil Smoke (uh-huh)
And I'm flexin' hella bands, I got lots of bankrolls (cash)
Catch me walkin' down on Broad Street rollin' up that smoke (gas)
Put that kush up in a backwood and smoke it til I choke
Got a bad emo bitch and she sell a lot of coke (damn)
And she say my dick so big, she give me brain, it hurt her throat
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Aye, she called me said she miss me, told her miss me with that shit
Lil bitch, she gon' do a split when she take the dick
Keep the blick, call me Jackie Chan, I be chopping bricks
If your mans drop his address, I might hit a lick
I might fuck his bitch, cause he actin' like I'm not legit
66, when they talkin' shit we empty out our clips
Get a grip, like your bitch's hand up around my dick
With a blunt in between my lips, skunk up in a zip
Run it, run it, uh, bitch I'm runnin' laps all around your team
Pull da beam, make that pussy scream, caps all up in his spleen
Kujo so clean, I taking it to the extreme, I'm so icy, turn up the heat, please
I told Karisma to turn up the beat, 66 we the elite
I just fucked two bitches, huh, now I'm going for 3-peat
They just be talkin', they talkin' that nonsense because they know that they just can't compete
Keep my foot up on these bitches necks so they can taste defeat
In the streets, hold up, shoot a beam, aim it at your dreams
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Up this pistol and it's aimed at you, now you runnin'
And your watch and your fuckin' jewels, pussy better run it
Louboutins on my fuckin' feet, bitch they cost 800
And your bitch playin' with my dick, now she wanna suck it (damn)
Young pothead from the 609, you know I be blunted (dope)
15 shots in this fuckin' nine, bitch you know I'm dumpin' (bang)
If you try taking what is mine, you gon leave with somethin'
Seven shots in your fuckin' spine, bitch you thought I was bluffin', yuh
I be walkin' down on Walnut, junkies walkin' round, they broke (damn)
They might ask me for some dollars, they might ask me for some smokes (nah)
And I tell em I don't got none but my name is Lil Smoke (uh-huh)
And I'm flexin' hella bands, I got lots of bankrolls (cash)
Catch me walkin' down on Broad Street rollin' up that smoke (gas)
Put that kush up in a backwood and smoke it til I choke
Got a bad emo bitch and she sell a lot of coke (damn)
And she say my dick so big, she give me brain, it hurt her throat
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
Dirty bitch from the 502, bitch I run it
Hit my line, who the fuck is you, bitch I run it
Oh you mad, what's your issue, bitch I run it
Bitch I run it, bitch I run it, run it, yeah
Bitch I run it
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