Runnin Shyt
Ayy, (it's alright baby)
Jumped out the porch, went straight to the street (street)
It ain't even cold outside, but I got the heat
Nine milli, four-five extended clips (yeah)
These bullets hate motherfuckers, put that on the switch (bitch)
Hit your bitch up in the past, I kinda miss the bitch (I kinda miss the bitch)
But I'm on tip (yeah), fuck around and get your melon hit (fuck)
We're runnin' shit, ain't with the six-nine, or that gonna shit
Rattin' on another soul don't make you innocent (no)
Your pussy sent (bitch), did the crime, but you wanna dodge imprisonment
If it's up jar ISAM, get your ceiling hit (ha)
So what the fuck is you motherfuckers really on (right)
I'm on my way to court, smell like weed cologne
Lawyer on the phone, said I missed my court date
Fuck this shit, I'm gone (no), now I'm on the run
Hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gun (hey)
Fuck your mama back then, I was havin' fun (havin' fun)
Why the priest the only one allowed to get some
'Cause she's god sent, on the devil did (hey)
Lambo doors on the bitch, stick shift and dip (yeah)
Quick hit and Jim (bitch) the stash spot it (no)
So I took her to the trap, burglar bars and bricks
Stop cryin', bitch (sharp one), I gotta dip
'Cause I ain't with that funny shit (gotta go)
Now I feel relieved (hey), feel the wood with weed
If the shoe doesn't fit, you can't switch your feet (hey)
Only God knows, no we all do (we all know that)
You have been a bitch and ain't nothin' you can change to (bitch)
Bitch, I have been winnin', pedal to the metal
Got the whip, fish tellin', police straight cuffin'
'Cause I ain't tellin' 'em nothin' (I ain't tellin' shit), pleadin' on the fifth
You're a rat, but you wanna be on gangsta shit (bitch)
Make it make sense (make sense), dawn where the time go
Can't stop the time, no (go), so I kick the battery off and let the time go (ha)
Click, click, the clock (yeah), up and grab the Glock (quick)
Pull the whip over dawg, I'm 'bout to knock his top (abula)
Up, pop, he drops, oh shit, the doggy dead, you've seen 'em milli rock
Shut down the block, lil' piggy lot, lookin' for the wolf, but he's stuffin' Goldilocks
I mean, Snow White, I don't know what's goin' on (I don't know), is that what wolves like
I mean, the bitch hype, ah shit make me forget about this bitch spice
I mean, she can't rap for shit, but that bitch tight (hey)
I gotta melt ice (I know), 15 on the dice, I just hit a heist, got my money right
Walked out the bank, bitch, countin' all blues (yeah)
It's either win or lose, all about the floos quick question, what did big Meech really do
Plugged in the plug, I swear to God they're givin' time to who really cut (cut)
Ain't no good luck, keep my gun tucked
Loyalty and love made me lose my dad's trust (that's not true)
I was born in this cloth that I had to cut (hey)
I never hang with no rats, never seen Chuck (ha) but bitch, I got the cheese (hey)
Street sweeper get you off your feet
50 deep, you're gettin' stomped on by a centipede
Wrong place and wrong time is where you gonna be
Shot, shot, shot, shot, get your body weak (bitch)
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, fuck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, fuck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
Jumped out the porch, went straight to the street (street)
It ain't even cold outside, but I got the heat
Nine milli, four-five extended clips (yeah)
These bullets hate motherfuckers, put that on the switch (bitch)
Hit your bitch up in the past, I kinda miss the bitch (I kinda miss the bitch)
But I'm on tip (yeah), fuck around and get your melon hit (fuck)
We're runnin' shit, ain't with the six-nine, or that gonna shit
Rattin' on another soul don't make you innocent (no)
Your pussy sent (bitch), did the crime, but you wanna dodge imprisonment
If it's up jar ISAM, get your ceiling hit (ha)
So what the fuck is you motherfuckers really on (right)
I'm on my way to court, smell like weed cologne
Lawyer on the phone, said I missed my court date
Fuck this shit, I'm gone (no), now I'm on the run
Hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gun (hey)
Fuck your mama back then, I was havin' fun (havin' fun)
Why the priest the only one allowed to get some
'Cause she's god sent, on the devil did (hey)
Lambo doors on the bitch, stick shift and dip (yeah)
Quick hit and Jim (bitch) the stash spot it (no)
So I took her to the trap, burglar bars and bricks
Stop cryin', bitch (sharp one), I gotta dip
'Cause I ain't with that funny shit (gotta go)
Now I feel relieved (hey), feel the wood with weed
If the shoe doesn't fit, you can't switch your feet (hey)
Only God knows, no we all do (we all know that)
You have been a bitch and ain't nothin' you can change to (bitch)
Bitch, I have been winnin', pedal to the metal
Got the whip, fish tellin', police straight cuffin'
'Cause I ain't tellin' 'em nothin' (I ain't tellin' shit), pleadin' on the fifth
You're a rat, but you wanna be on gangsta shit (bitch)
Make it make sense (make sense), dawn where the time go
Can't stop the time, no (go), so I kick the battery off and let the time go (ha)
Click, click, the clock (yeah), up and grab the Glock (quick)
Pull the whip over dawg, I'm 'bout to knock his top (abula)
Up, pop, he drops, oh shit, the doggy dead, you've seen 'em milli rock
Shut down the block, lil' piggy lot, lookin' for the wolf, but he's stuffin' Goldilocks
I mean, Snow White, I don't know what's goin' on (I don't know), is that what wolves like
I mean, the bitch hype, ah shit make me forget about this bitch spice
I mean, she can't rap for shit, but that bitch tight (hey)
I gotta melt ice (I know), 15 on the dice, I just hit a heist, got my money right
Walked out the bank, bitch, countin' all blues (yeah)
It's either win or lose, all about the floos quick question, what did big Meech really do
Plugged in the plug, I swear to God they're givin' time to who really cut (cut)
Ain't no good luck, keep my gun tucked
Loyalty and love made me lose my dad's trust (that's not true)
I was born in this cloth that I had to cut (hey)
I never hang with no rats, never seen Chuck (ha) but bitch, I got the cheese (hey)
Street sweeper get you off your feet
50 deep, you're gettin' stomped on by a centipede
Wrong place and wrong time is where you gonna be
Shot, shot, shot, shot, get your body weak (bitch)
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, fuck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, fuck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
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Writer(s): Abdullah Alfadawi
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