Run 'Em Down

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Fake bitches always acting like we friends, but I know they only want me for my benz
I can't blame 'em, have you seen them wheels spin?
I beat 'em up, I wrap 'em up, I turn 'em in

They said I won't be shit, but now I'm steady making hits
Don't f*ck with me unless you got a clip tight on your hip
Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip
Drive it to yo' momma house
Ski mask, hit a lick

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down

If yo' baby mama home, I'ma get my dick licked
Best know she suckin' on the tip
Then she throating that shit
17 sealed with a 30-stick
Cause a scene, leave you on a bitch

I'ma hit a left on the bitch
Cruisin' down the street
Wheel in my left, stick in the right
Cruise by, fye, fye, fye
Hit you with a beam, three, five, five, five
Hit you with the six times
Siren in the back, talk to 45
I'm runnin' out of time
Gotta get out of sight now
Canine on the loose now
Runnin' faster and faster like green mile
Runnin' through the weed pile
These intrusive thoughts finna win, not for a while
I got the main title
I'm a bad motherfucker, have that title
I'm a bad motherfucker, get in denial
I run it, leave you in the dust, six-fo'

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down

Haters say I ain't shit, but all these bands can f*ck they bitch
Can't resist when I spit, saw her eyes open big
Little fry, little guy, threesome cause yo' bitch is bi
I'm her guy, I'm so high I made 10k here tonight
What did you make? Zip, Nada
Not a damn thing
Clothes? Prada
Your shit's all fake, fit-gate
Gana, I'm in first place, cold case

Fake bitches always acting like we friends, but I know they only want me for my benz
I can't blame 'em, have you seen them wheels spin?
I beat 'em up, I wrap 'em up, I turn 'em in
They said I won't be shit, but now I'm steady making hits
Don't f*ck with me unless you got a clip tight on your hip
Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip
Drive it to yo' momma house
Ski mask, hit a lick

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