Run It
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
What it do baby, what's the move baby
I'm working late nights and y'all been hitting snooze lately
Even took a trip to New York City
Man I'm really trying to roc the nation and be the new Jay Z
But I know my limits and on the other hand
Some people do the most to say that they're the man
And it may work at first but then they'll stretch themselves way too thin, way too thin
Until they snap like rubber bands
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Run it run it run it run it
Running it like Usain Bolt through pain
Drag my shoe strings through the dang snow
But that's how I keep my shoe game cold
Tuesday bought new j's threw them things on
Then I lace 'em up, as I leave the house
Because it's Friday night, and I'm stepping out
When I'm with the boys, and we clown around
Man there ain't no telling what be going down
Y'all gon' get tired till you fold like a laptop
I got more drive and more game than a blacktop
Little guy still spitting fire call me a matchbox
Bars flying over heads like razors do to flattops
It's show time, we got rhyme, the beat sweet, like key lime
The sequel, we regal, we young kings, no equal
You'll get cut, with this strut, you locked out, the gate shut
A misfit can outwit don't mess with they'll acquit
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Who knew the gang would burn blue like flames
And spit bars like games
And pen rhymes like frames
Make whole brand new waves
That start crazy raves
Put y'all in your graves
Become kings like James
Coming for the crown playing ball no gown
Came from underground you won't hear a sound
Started climbing mounds now we're in the clouds
So there ain't gone be no mountain that'll stop us now
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
What it do baby, what's the move baby
I'm working late nights and y'all been hitting snooze lately
Even took a trip to New York City
Man I'm really trying to roc the nation and be the new Jay Z
But I know my limits and on the other hand
Some people do the most to say that they're the man
And it may work at first but then they'll stretch themselves way too thin, way too thin
Until they snap like rubber bands
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Run it run it run it run it
Running it like Usain Bolt through pain
Drag my shoe strings through the dang snow
But that's how I keep my shoe game cold
Tuesday bought new j's threw them things on
Then I lace 'em up, as I leave the house
Because it's Friday night, and I'm stepping out
When I'm with the boys, and we clown around
Man there ain't no telling what be going down
Y'all gon' get tired till you fold like a laptop
I got more drive and more game than a blacktop
Little guy still spitting fire call me a matchbox
Bars flying over heads like razors do to flattops
It's show time, we got rhyme, the beat sweet, like key lime
The sequel, we regal, we young kings, no equal
You'll get cut, with this strut, you locked out, the gate shut
A misfit can outwit don't mess with they'll acquit
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Who knew the gang would burn blue like flames
And spit bars like games
And pen rhymes like frames
Make whole brand new waves
That start crazy raves
Put y'all in your graves
Become kings like James
Coming for the crown playing ball no gown
Came from underground you won't hear a sound
Started climbing mounds now we're in the clouds
So there ain't gone be no mountain that'll stop us now
Homie gassing up, my butane flow
Flying like Mike Unchain and let go
Kicking wind up, hurricane calypso
Run it like Nike Zig and Twink yeah we go
Credits
Writer(s): Braden Buehler
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