Run It!

Like a alien I takeoff in outer space again
Ima' run it up like forty seven do the race again
In case you can, just
Alright hold up, ima' just go
Like a alien I takeoff in outer space again
Ima' run it up like forty seven do the race again
In case you can, just stay away n***** don't play with him
Bitch I'm the man you see expensive fabric when I'm walking in

Look I only want the neck
Use no hands, please pull up your pants
Ima' do my dance, stick to plans, woah woah
Money in advance, bigger bands
Baby taking chance
Telling me too much I'm not your mans, woah woah

Throw her in a film she'd be good the way she act out
Like his name is cheese, he brought the huh brought the mac out
She stuck in the past but right now I'm trying to max out
I had way too much uh I'm bout to black out
In the wrong direction you too forward, take the back route
Say you got ninas in the crib extended woah that's a real trap house
Some of these n***** goofy and some lames something laugh bout
Trying to slide in a urus, swerving lanes something to crash bout

Look I only want the neck
Use no hands, please pull up your pants
Ima' do my dance, stick to plans, woah woah
Money in advance, bigger bands
Baby taking chance
Telling me too much I'm not ya mans, woah woah

We gone loosen up, I'm a troop lil' bitch I'm booted up
All my n***** legends we some kings no you cant rule with us
Who to trust, n***** like April but ain't no fool in us
We got bad history something I teach her but ain't no school in us
Alright alright, shawty gone eat it hope she don't overbite
You know I rap it up and she gone sing to me like Gladys Knight
N**** fuck the feelings, if I feel it ima catch a flight
The flow is cold as ice no May weather, I'll still catch a fight

Look I only want the neck
Use no hands, please pull up your pants
Ima' do my dance, stick to plans, woah woah
Money in advance, bigger bands
Baby taking chance
Telling me too much I'm not ya mans, woah woah



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Writer(s): William White
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