MG Run It (feat. Seb1500)

Yeah, I get to tweakin' I'm spazzin, real hard, keep that choppa on me and we shoot out the roof, 32 opps and they talkin' that shit, we gon' slide through they block while I'm loadin
A deuce

This bitch a thottie, she screamin' and cryin, she cappin' on live, she not tellin' the truth
So many lies that she coulda been said, but she holdin' that down for the team and the crew

They go around boasting about fake and promotion, they stealin' the money from all, the youth
They lyin' and rhymin' and cappin' while talkin' bout shit that they know that'll never be true
You comin' around gang with that cryin, you better believe that we gon' end up aimin at you

I'm Maso Sama, Said fuck all of the drama, I pull on the block and I'm shootin' at you
You dissin' on JT, you dissin' on Zach, if I catch you, I'm knockin' your ass out your shoes

Yeah, I stay on the grind, yeah, I'm never gon' lose
Just look at my money, yeah, lookin real blue
I creep from the back, he didn't have a clue
Yeah, I'm uppin my gun and I'm letting it shoot

Yeah, we staying the same, we gon' never recruit
Yeah, I'm stealin' the money, then hop in the coupe
You say you a killer, you ain't tellin' the truth
You leave that door open, we killin' your crew

You speak on my gang and we killin' you too
You got the big chop and we got the big deuce
I got hunnid round that we gon' introduce
Got titties on Drake and my homie, you too

Been cappin' on live, boy, you livin' the stew
Momma buy you a Rollie, but you thinkin' it's cool
I'm rockin' the chop in my pocket at school
Thinkin' who I'ma take, cause they actin' a fool

Had all of the bitches that laughin' at dude
And your bitch hit me up, yeah, she sendin' me nudes
And we hop in the whip and we finna go cruise

Yeah, I spin on the block, if you snooze, then you lose
If you talk on my dead, you get put on the news
Yeah, I fuck dis shorty, I'm givin' a clue
Better suck on my dick, we ain't usin' no lube

The switch on my Glock, that bitch look like a cube
Yeah, we MGF, please do not get it confused
Yeah, I'm stackin' this money, I'm tryin' to make moves
You act like a thug, but you know you ain't cool

You get hit if you snitch, better stick to the rules
But I know that they're fans, I know that they're fools
Yeah, we M.G.F
Steppas, we about to get put on the motherfuckin' news

This shit not cap, that I rap
If you come around here with a wind, you get knocked out your shoes
It's either you win or you lose
Lil' bitch wasn't you, just with him

You a hoe, tryna fuck with my friend
Now your friend tryna hop in my Benz
Had a bitch, but she fucked up my plan
M.G.F, we ain't shakin' no hand

Took his hoe, yeah, she wanted a man
M.G.F, we the clan



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Writer(s): Maison Hartshorn
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