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Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Race rush, let it bust, let it bust, rest
Race rush, let it bust, let it bust, rest
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
I'm not okay, I keep the K on me
We pick em up then lay em down, on dead homies
Yo war gets heavy, no cause
No God till sawed-offs ready
Okay, you hard till you not
Okay, you fraud till you rot
We rest
Bitch I'm posted at yo crib
Bare faced, ready to hit a lick
I'm off my meds, psyched out shit
I'm fucked in the head
1 glock let him talk out his neck
2 shots let it rip through yo chest
Infrared, red dot locked onto his cranium, black ops
Fuck a bulletproof vest
Okay like, left right, step, stomp, the yard on they jaws
Imma spin they block, get stretched
Line em up, ten hut, watch em fall
I got opps, I don't know till I blow em down
Feds at the door, we gon shut em out
Okay we string em up and take his bag, ignite yo fucking gas
Niggas act like running backs, move too fast you gonna crash
Fuck a nigga face card, fade off
Leave him in the back of the stash spot
Niggas on cap shit, man fuck this rap shit, we gon let it off
Flip shit, kill cops, kill cops, cause we don't talk shit, we-
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Race rush, let it bust, let it bust, rest
Race rush, let it bust, let it bust, rest
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
I'm not okay, I keep the K on me
We pick em up then lay em down, on dead homies
Yo war gets heavy, no cause
No God till sawed-offs ready
Okay, you hard till you not
Okay, you fraud till you rot
We rest
Bitch I'm posted at yo crib
Bare faced, ready to hit a lick
I'm off my meds, psyched out shit
I'm fucked in the head
1 glock let him talk out his neck
2 shots let it rip through yo chest
Infrared, red dot locked onto his cranium, black ops
Fuck a bulletproof vest
Okay like, left right, step, stomp, the yard on they jaws
Imma spin they block, get stretched
Line em up, ten hut, watch em fall
I got opps, I don't know till I blow em down
Feds at the door, we gon shut em out
Okay we string em up and take his bag, ignite yo fucking gas
Niggas act like running backs, move too fast you gonna crash
Fuck a nigga face card, fade off
Leave him in the back of the stash spot
Niggas on cap shit, man fuck this rap shit, we gon let it off
Flip shit, kill cops, kill cops, cause we don't talk shit, we-
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Run the fuck up, biiitch
Or shut the fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Whitmer, Singe Singe, Kotts Jalen, Andy Rodriguez
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