Run Off

Uhh
I'm in the coupe all by myself, I'll show you how to slide
I ain't waisting' no time, I just got to see it come to life
I was never in it for the likes man
Man these niggas biting
Damn look at them trynna run off
Fuck her once then she gon' tell all
No you cannot play us, I could read ya mind
Got you thinking I'm a psychic, that might be a sign
That might be a sign
I just came to play ball, play ball
I just came to play ball

Huh, you fucking with me?
We popping like grease
Stay with a trick up my sleeve
That boy my clone, he dressing like me
Fuck is you saying? Need that McLaren
Fuck is you saying, it's too many bands
Tell em' we outside, I don't got no patience
I said we goin' live, that's that big on big shit we may go up a size
They think I'm that guy, I know I'm that guy

That's why I'm in the coupe all by myself, I'll show you how to slide
I ain't waisting' no time, I just got to see it come to life
I was never in it for the likes man
Man these niggas biting
Damn look at them trynna run off
Fuck her once then she gon' tell all
No you cannot play us, I could read ya mind
Got you thinking I'm a psychic, that might be a sign
That might be a sign
I just wanna play ball and I caught em' by suprise
I just came to play ball

Huh, you fucking with me



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Writer(s): Pryce Watkins
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