Run and Hide
Mm
Stopping bags bitch i run this shit (mm)
I give zero damns and you know I'll drag a bitch (drag)
I can cut them fools up but imma pass on this shit (ayy)
Get a A on this shit (ayy)
And leave the class on the benz (ayy)
Pull up in the lambo and im already late (woo)
Fuck a G5 i need the 6th im flying the states
All these comparisons got me gagging you can ask Lil Wayne
Bitch I ain't the same
No I ain't that lame
Yes it's money im drippin'
Them jaws is down since im winning
This ain't no twitter but im pinning
I write my raps so im "penning"
I'll expose your ass cause im petty
Might boil your blood like spaghetti
Then trap a queen like im Fetty
I live on Elm Street
Guess who's Freddy!
Run and hide bitch
Run and hide bitch
You won't survive bitch
Im in my prime bitch (mm)
Now you're my crime bitch (aah)
But I'll still die rich (aah)
Look at this iced wrist
You still have non of that
Run and hide bitch (run)
This wrist is ice-aged (woo)
This income is high-waged (woo)
This brain got high rates (yeah)
These rats copy and past i had my lunch so
The rest of their careers will be gone to waste
All these fools got me turning tabels (woo)
They wanna pick a fight I'll throw it down go get a label!
Bitch Im the fresh breath (yeah)
Now take a mint cause you been dead (dead)
No you not been dat (nah)
Now with that being said (woo)
I need my money stank ass that's bank expand
A bitch beefing with everybody i got banks in the hand
This is chess not checkers so I won't check that ass
Career been lost since i don't know let me check that fast
You ain't got the balls don't be wild 'n out
Skai is the limit but bitch you still heading south
I'd like to say you gambled your career but you ain't got one
I been searching for a hit a bitch ain't got non
Sorry
Run and hide bitch (yeah)
Run and hide bitch (run)
You won't survive bitch
Im in my prime bitch
Now you're my crime bitch (yeah)
But I'll still die rich
Look at this iced wrist
You still have non of that
Run and hide bitch (aah)
This wrist is ice-aged (ice)
This income is high-waged (high)
This brain got high rates (rates)
These rats copy and past i had my lunch so
The rest of their careers will be gone to waste
Mantente alejado porque estoy loco
Bitch grow some thick skin cause i bite like a Croco
Follarte en la cara, te gusta eso, ¿verdad?
So you can have your last prayers before you drop down dead
Ey ey ey ey ey ey
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide (haha)
Yeah
Correr y esconderse (oops)
MB
Too late
Stopping bags bitch i run this shit (mm)
I give zero damns and you know I'll drag a bitch (drag)
I can cut them fools up but imma pass on this shit (ayy)
Get a A on this shit (ayy)
And leave the class on the benz (ayy)
Pull up in the lambo and im already late (woo)
Fuck a G5 i need the 6th im flying the states
All these comparisons got me gagging you can ask Lil Wayne
Bitch I ain't the same
No I ain't that lame
Yes it's money im drippin'
Them jaws is down since im winning
This ain't no twitter but im pinning
I write my raps so im "penning"
I'll expose your ass cause im petty
Might boil your blood like spaghetti
Then trap a queen like im Fetty
I live on Elm Street
Guess who's Freddy!
Run and hide bitch
Run and hide bitch
You won't survive bitch
Im in my prime bitch (mm)
Now you're my crime bitch (aah)
But I'll still die rich (aah)
Look at this iced wrist
You still have non of that
Run and hide bitch (run)
This wrist is ice-aged (woo)
This income is high-waged (woo)
This brain got high rates (yeah)
These rats copy and past i had my lunch so
The rest of their careers will be gone to waste
All these fools got me turning tabels (woo)
They wanna pick a fight I'll throw it down go get a label!
Bitch Im the fresh breath (yeah)
Now take a mint cause you been dead (dead)
No you not been dat (nah)
Now with that being said (woo)
I need my money stank ass that's bank expand
A bitch beefing with everybody i got banks in the hand
This is chess not checkers so I won't check that ass
Career been lost since i don't know let me check that fast
You ain't got the balls don't be wild 'n out
Skai is the limit but bitch you still heading south
I'd like to say you gambled your career but you ain't got one
I been searching for a hit a bitch ain't got non
Sorry
Run and hide bitch (yeah)
Run and hide bitch (run)
You won't survive bitch
Im in my prime bitch
Now you're my crime bitch (yeah)
But I'll still die rich
Look at this iced wrist
You still have non of that
Run and hide bitch (aah)
This wrist is ice-aged (ice)
This income is high-waged (high)
This brain got high rates (rates)
These rats copy and past i had my lunch so
The rest of their careers will be gone to waste
Mantente alejado porque estoy loco
Bitch grow some thick skin cause i bite like a Croco
Follarte en la cara, te gusta eso, ¿verdad?
So you can have your last prayers before you drop down dead
Ey ey ey ey ey ey
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide (haha)
Yeah
Correr y esconderse (oops)
MB
Too late
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Writer(s): Mb Black
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