D O T M
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em(paw)
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray
In the blocc in pray(pray)
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
I was devastated on the move
Chasing the bag was awful
Feel the trenches thoughtful
Feel across the country
Gang sign niggas told me
You've been Acting funny
Gang signs niggas thrilling
So I just put myself pounds for pounds
I know that shut ain't for haters
Nor bitch ass nigga
Say you know me better than that
Ma bitch ain't goon fuck
With you a real ass nigga
You got diamonds talking About your neck
Tattoos bout your chest you
Goldies by your richesi
Riches by your pocket
But you ain't goon stand ten-toe
Gang signs niggas thrilling
Gang signs niggas on it
So we just knack out the bitch for money
We you came up on dirty money
We work hard for papers
Say you know me better than
My bitch ain't Goon fuck with you a real
Ass nigga
That shit was violent
Right from the bottom shit
Pissed out the government
Licked the level shit Ten bitches round me ain't talking
About that Shit Fuck niggas down me Ain't fucking proud of shit
I just want good vibes me and My bros get to Eat
We ain't tryna lack baby
Put me ON putt ma team for real street Corredor we're baby"
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shot)
Big Wayne stepping
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray (pray)
In the blocc in pray
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
Big man shooting folks
Man sailing need a boat Drug man need a coke
Winning gang give a toast
On lean overdose Gang nigga give a load
All the opps gat to go
My time fuck ur show
She say she don't like me like way bacc
Bitche u ain't real from way bacc
I'm gon Put my bitches in maybatch
Niggas wanna take what's mine nigga
I ain't Gon lay back
In the street we gat em switches
We gon fuck with niggas bitches
Hard life we came from the trenches
You know we bout em wrenches
Smoking exotic All em switched I bout it
Get him Then smoke him i Say fuck him
Tell my slime Niggas burst him
They ain't gon rob him
His mama gon cry she lost him
Trapping and killin these niggas
Hittin and smoking all niggas
Paul berrer out there
With em grave digger
They know my niggas the realest jiggas
We out here bursting em triggers
For blood
Piru shii Nigga gang!!!
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em (paw)
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne stepping
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray (pray)
In the blocc in pray
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em(paw)
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray
In the blocc in pray(pray)
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
I was devastated on the move
Chasing the bag was awful
Feel the trenches thoughtful
Feel across the country
Gang sign niggas told me
You've been Acting funny
Gang signs niggas thrilling
So I just put myself pounds for pounds
I know that shut ain't for haters
Nor bitch ass nigga
Say you know me better than that
Ma bitch ain't goon fuck
With you a real ass nigga
You got diamonds talking About your neck
Tattoos bout your chest you
Goldies by your richesi
Riches by your pocket
But you ain't goon stand ten-toe
Gang signs niggas thrilling
Gang signs niggas on it
So we just knack out the bitch for money
We you came up on dirty money
We work hard for papers
Say you know me better than
My bitch ain't Goon fuck with you a real
Ass nigga
That shit was violent
Right from the bottom shit
Pissed out the government
Licked the level shit Ten bitches round me ain't talking
About that Shit Fuck niggas down me Ain't fucking proud of shit
I just want good vibes me and My bros get to Eat
We ain't tryna lack baby
Put me ON putt ma team for real street Corredor we're baby"
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shot)
Big Wayne stepping
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray (pray)
In the blocc in pray
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
Big man shooting folks
Man sailing need a boat Drug man need a coke
Winning gang give a toast
On lean overdose Gang nigga give a load
All the opps gat to go
My time fuck ur show
She say she don't like me like way bacc
Bitche u ain't real from way bacc
I'm gon Put my bitches in maybatch
Niggas wanna take what's mine nigga
I ain't Gon lay back
In the street we gat em switches
We gon fuck with niggas bitches
Hard life we came from the trenches
You know we bout em wrenches
Smoking exotic All em switched I bout it
Get him Then smoke him i Say fuck him
Tell my slime Niggas burst him
They ain't gon rob him
His mama gon cry she lost him
Trapping and killin these niggas
Hittin and smoking all niggas
Paul berrer out there
With em grave digger
They know my niggas the realest jiggas
We out here bursting em triggers
For blood
Piru shii Nigga gang!!!
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,spray em (paw)
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne stepping
In the Glock we trust
To the blade we pray (pray)
In the blocc in pray
In the street we trays
Running
Running
Running shot em (paw paw)
Man down,who em
Straight at yo blocc,stray em
Rise my flag up
Blue bans(Crip shit)
Big Wayne steppin
In the glock we trust
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan-aninta Joshua
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