Run Down

Glttt
Aye
Yeah
Uh

Run down, shake em
Fuck the pigs, we making bacon
Nigga we can get to shaking
Sent straight to Hell, next to Satan
Bitch you got me mistaken
You flashing jewelry, I'ma take it
Let's see how far that I can take this
I'm a different nigga, Far From Basic

Yeah I'm a different breed
And I'm with all the shits, I want everything
Got your bitch sucking dick, and she swallow seeds
Shit get spooky, ain't talking bout Halloween
You ain't throwing no bread, then get off my weed
Got your bitch giving head, yeah she on her knees
Give her dick 'til she choke, and she begging please
Bitch just pass me the dope, I be smoking trees
All of my songs are a hit, I don't miss
Bitch said that I'm great, can you pass me the Swiss
Keep a blade to your throat, one wrong move you get slit
Shit gonna cut you real deep, you'll need more than a stitch
You a rat with the cheese, I don't fuck with a snitch
I don't fuck with y'all bitches, but I'll fuck on your bitch
Keep some bottles of Cassy, we finna get lit
Yeah she see that I'm fancy, wanna hop in the whip

Hop in the whip I'ma skrt off
Got your bitch in the back taking clothes off
Casamigos, don't fuck with the Smirnoff
Got some freak hoes, you know they gon' go off
They see what my chain and my wrist do
Shit get cold in the winter, no igloo
I just hopped out the Sprinter, let me through
Wanna fuck with a winner, then come through

Wanna fuck with a winner so pop out
If I'm outside, gang bringing the Glock out
Big stepper, I'm buying the spot out
Sound of the foreign is bringing the cops out
I told shorty pop out to the situation
Shit gon' get lit, call up your bitch cause if we pop out its a lituation
I got the grip, extendo the clip, just incase you got this shit mistaken
Cops on my dick, I don't fuck with pigs, but I do it all just to get the bacon
I've been real patient, I'm tired of waiting
Got off my ass, got a bag quick
Got in tune now my profits do backflips
It was times that I didn't even have it, now its APs and Givenchy the fashion
My life really a movie bout action
I ain't cheering you on when I'm clapping
And they wondering how this shit happen
Stack all this bread and just show y'all a fraction
I'm what's now while these niggas just has-beens
Then I show off and skrt in a fast Benz
I show off and skrt in a fast Benz

Run down, shake em
Fuck the pigs, we making bacon
Nigga we can get to shaking
Sent straight to Hell, next to Satan
Bitch you got me mistaken
You flashing jewelry, I'ma take it
Let's see how far, that I can take this
I'm a different nigga, Far From Basic

Glttt
Aye
Ya know what the fuck it is man
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Writer(s): Tyreek Alicea
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