RUN

Ayy, if you try to run, huh, I'll make 'em give it up
Got your bitch, she on my dick and she can't wait to give it up, huh
Take them one by one, Perc's, they help me feelin' some'
Say she love me, wanna talk, I hardly even hit her up

Don't try to run, I'ma catch you, relapse then I pass you
Walking like you tough, I might mess around and splat you
Horror movie cashews, they used to call me SPAZ 2
You can call my bluff but who-who-who-who asked you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

All black beaming, shoot the party streaming
Countin' with my feet up, soaker seated
I talk with no reason, 10K for the feature (Ayy)
Hallelujah, got that bitch, she see me
Windows black, they tinted
I'm a school shooter, you the school teacher, nice to meet you

She like the way that I talk, I like the way that she move
Do not play with the flock, girl, you might get sent to me
I'm okay, you're a bot, like the wrinkle in your boot (Your skin, like, no oxygen)
Let the smile follow you with the opposite of glee

Ayy, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running the bands
I air up a fan, you pop like that
I'm smoking up a coffin, I make her do dances
Glock go, "uh," every time like that
If you talk like this, I'm gonna get you hit
Found a new bitch, I'll pop right back
My .9 go, "uh" (Uh), then it comes right back (Yeah, yeah)

Mob the floor
Do not come in, do not open the door
Shoot with a .9 and then pour up a four
You really really caught with them? We left the shore
Purple on blue is what color my sword, ayy
I just hit a lick then I cashed out
Shawty hit me up, she said that she can make me pass out
Tryna make a song, girl, why you got your ass out?



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Writer(s): Justin Swartz
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