Run It
Had to two step from the old block cause it was getting too hot
Junkies loiter around the trap spot
Niggas move foul ya own mans get you shot
Tick tock you don't hear from my wrist watch
Had to bust down thotiana at the pit stop
Gangsters roll down the windows hear shit pop
Stimmy hit might buy me a new glock
Man shit is not sweet like jelly
Make man head top pop like confetti
Cooked you ya can't stand straight like spaghetti
For mines I don't play better not hesi
Nightmare on ya block like Elm
Niggas they gossip more than fems
Born a real nigga I can't pretend
Stayed down my toes you can count the 10
Run it run it run it blow em away
Niggas hating don't got time today
On point shooter letting it spray
Run it run it run it blow em away
Kicking shit like I'm the sensei
Ain't no fair ones we let the gun play
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Materials things the stigma
Why ya wanna look like ya have big figures
When ya bank account get more thinner
Rather have the funds than look like a winner
Too many flossing fake for da gram
In real life you see its a scam
Man dem clothes ain't real its a sham
If the piece don't hit get caught in a jam Ehhh
My timing is too precious
Put on the block list talking too reckless
In real life I know me some menace
My boys will rocket at you from Texas
I'll let karma hit you that's patience
Still be plotting on retaliation
Everything precise down to my calculation
Careful how I talk judge put it in quotation
Boy
Look
Accent coming from pinned up aggression
Fuckboy had momma late night stressing
Mind was racing
Out here stuttering pacing
That's why we stay dangerous
That's on god
Blood close to spilling the pavement
Know someone who'll make the funeral arrangement
Aggggghh
But you ain't on my level
Ignorant shit we deal with in the ghetto
Fuck nigga walking by tryna say hello
Won't even acknowledge em focused on Dinero
Steady chasing that peso peso
All about the Benji's counting my queso
Connects move whenever I say so
Nothing comes between the bankroll bankroll
Ahhhh
Run it run it run it blow em away
Niggas hating don't got time today
On point shooter letting it spray
Run it run it run it blow em away
Kicking shit like I'm the sensei
Ain't no fair ones we let the gun play
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Junkies loiter around the trap spot
Niggas move foul ya own mans get you shot
Tick tock you don't hear from my wrist watch
Had to bust down thotiana at the pit stop
Gangsters roll down the windows hear shit pop
Stimmy hit might buy me a new glock
Man shit is not sweet like jelly
Make man head top pop like confetti
Cooked you ya can't stand straight like spaghetti
For mines I don't play better not hesi
Nightmare on ya block like Elm
Niggas they gossip more than fems
Born a real nigga I can't pretend
Stayed down my toes you can count the 10
Run it run it run it blow em away
Niggas hating don't got time today
On point shooter letting it spray
Run it run it run it blow em away
Kicking shit like I'm the sensei
Ain't no fair ones we let the gun play
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Materials things the stigma
Why ya wanna look like ya have big figures
When ya bank account get more thinner
Rather have the funds than look like a winner
Too many flossing fake for da gram
In real life you see its a scam
Man dem clothes ain't real its a sham
If the piece don't hit get caught in a jam Ehhh
My timing is too precious
Put on the block list talking too reckless
In real life I know me some menace
My boys will rocket at you from Texas
I'll let karma hit you that's patience
Still be plotting on retaliation
Everything precise down to my calculation
Careful how I talk judge put it in quotation
Boy
Look
Accent coming from pinned up aggression
Fuckboy had momma late night stressing
Mind was racing
Out here stuttering pacing
That's why we stay dangerous
That's on god
Blood close to spilling the pavement
Know someone who'll make the funeral arrangement
Aggggghh
But you ain't on my level
Ignorant shit we deal with in the ghetto
Fuck nigga walking by tryna say hello
Won't even acknowledge em focused on Dinero
Steady chasing that peso peso
All about the Benji's counting my queso
Connects move whenever I say so
Nothing comes between the bankroll bankroll
Ahhhh
Run it run it run it blow em away
Niggas hating don't got time today
On point shooter letting it spray
Run it run it run it blow em away
Kicking shit like I'm the sensei
Ain't no fair ones we let the gun play
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
Run it run it run it blow em away
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Writer(s): Kwabee Spaulding-williams
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