Runnin
Calling in a 2701 at the Burger King in The Six
Send in all units, I repeat, send in all units
Oh shit
Run and Gunnin'
On that block he spinnin'
Ain't no care for the law all he do is sinnin'
Got them trophies
All he do is winnin'
Spin the block ain't no asking for no damn forgiveness (Topher)
Forgiveness, business, twenty-one hoes on my wishlist
Twenty-one opps on some bitch shit
Young Topher, yeah he been this
Where you been at, mind your business
Droppin' down chimnies like Christmas
Get you a stripe that's the litmus
Twenty-one hoes and a mistress
When it's game time Topher pull up with the mac
Pistol out the rover like a chauffeur in Iraq
Keep them units coming 'cause ain't none of them goin' back
Yeah them bullets runnin' hundreds like it's fuckin' track
Runnin' it back, don't need a cop
I'll get him whacked
You get a mop, I'll bring a mac
Cleanin' the street, sweepin' the track
Hit him on sight, no shootin' back
Out like a light, bitch I'm a bat
Fight in the dark, get a whole rack
Money in piles, I'll make it stack
Making a castle, I am the king
Order a burger, no onion ring
That ain't no toaster, it'll still ding
I ain't a bee, but I'll still sting
OVO 40, I'm hotter than Drake
She ain't a shorty, she a mistake
Runnin' a mile, fuck about pace
Fuck what they say, this life is a race (Yuh)
When it's game time Topher pull up with the mac
Pistol out the rover like a chauffeur in Iraq
Keep them units coming 'cause ain't none of them goin' back
Yeah them bullets runnin' hundreds like it's fuckin' track
Yuh, Topher back on the beat
Killed the opps, left 'em all dead in the street
Seven rings on my shit, ain't talkin' Pete
Fuck about a diss, bitch you tastin' defeat
Yuh, hundreds of shells, won't leave a trace
You'll find a body, won't find a face
Huntin' in loafers, you'll get erased
Gunnin' for Topher, I'll close the case
Gunnin' for Topher, I'll close the case (Yuh)
Yo Topher, what car you been in dawg
No I know what car you been in, you been in that Chiron Bugatti
I found you dawg
I said don't put onions in that shit, you put onions in that shit
Bitch that shit came with onions bro
Anyway if you keep following Topher
You about to get the burner you know what I'm sayin'
Nah I'm strapped bro
Don't make me act a fool, in that Chiron Bugatti bro
Send in all units, I repeat, send in all units
Oh shit
Run and Gunnin'
On that block he spinnin'
Ain't no care for the law all he do is sinnin'
Got them trophies
All he do is winnin'
Spin the block ain't no asking for no damn forgiveness (Topher)
Forgiveness, business, twenty-one hoes on my wishlist
Twenty-one opps on some bitch shit
Young Topher, yeah he been this
Where you been at, mind your business
Droppin' down chimnies like Christmas
Get you a stripe that's the litmus
Twenty-one hoes and a mistress
When it's game time Topher pull up with the mac
Pistol out the rover like a chauffeur in Iraq
Keep them units coming 'cause ain't none of them goin' back
Yeah them bullets runnin' hundreds like it's fuckin' track
Runnin' it back, don't need a cop
I'll get him whacked
You get a mop, I'll bring a mac
Cleanin' the street, sweepin' the track
Hit him on sight, no shootin' back
Out like a light, bitch I'm a bat
Fight in the dark, get a whole rack
Money in piles, I'll make it stack
Making a castle, I am the king
Order a burger, no onion ring
That ain't no toaster, it'll still ding
I ain't a bee, but I'll still sting
OVO 40, I'm hotter than Drake
She ain't a shorty, she a mistake
Runnin' a mile, fuck about pace
Fuck what they say, this life is a race (Yuh)
When it's game time Topher pull up with the mac
Pistol out the rover like a chauffeur in Iraq
Keep them units coming 'cause ain't none of them goin' back
Yeah them bullets runnin' hundreds like it's fuckin' track
Yuh, Topher back on the beat
Killed the opps, left 'em all dead in the street
Seven rings on my shit, ain't talkin' Pete
Fuck about a diss, bitch you tastin' defeat
Yuh, hundreds of shells, won't leave a trace
You'll find a body, won't find a face
Huntin' in loafers, you'll get erased
Gunnin' for Topher, I'll close the case
Gunnin' for Topher, I'll close the case (Yuh)
Yo Topher, what car you been in dawg
No I know what car you been in, you been in that Chiron Bugatti
I found you dawg
I said don't put onions in that shit, you put onions in that shit
Bitch that shit came with onions bro
Anyway if you keep following Topher
You about to get the burner you know what I'm sayin'
Nah I'm strapped bro
Don't make me act a fool, in that Chiron Bugatti bro
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Writer(s): Young Topher
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