Run Out (feat. Young Jose)

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RN Osama

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Why be on the beat
I see the fake shit, I didn't reveal I'ma load off a Drake clip
White girl run, Imani, and take this Send her to Trix, she gon' get some snake
then Throw hoes in the chest, make a cave in

Bitch, you ain't fuckin' it, why did you came here
Not about money, then shut up, I came here
Pop, run down, chop, rain, but not rain, yeah
Sick, knock him out of the park, get him out of there

Bitch, bitch is trapped, make the young niggas run out
He low in the clip where he tied that bitch, run out
Crate on her neck, try and see what her tongue bout
Stole her friend, got her snake and her tongue out

Gucci her swag, got her wearin' her toes out
His mother sees it, come back, bring them poles out
His bag, all the niggas was havin' them loans out
Can't work a hundred, I think it can fold out

She don't eat dick, but her pussy amazing
Can't put my dick in the bitch who ain't shaved
We in the clip, I've been bottled with AIDS
20K profit, I'm servin' the city

Take chips out the Cali, come back with them dicks
Walk around with a stag that I slide with a flute
Block 27, I call his bitch Eddie Jewels
Come frontin' hunnid, but niggas ain't ready for

Count up a hundred when I'm in the house
Bitch want me numb, I'm her first nigga big for
I'm with Osama, his sticks in the car
Come on your block and we settin' up shop

Rock near, I'll be goin' look for a spot
Fully AP, knock him right out the spot
I'm screamin' free soju, free Pedro and I
He ain't gon' use it, we takin' his ass

762's, now the chalk out his spine
Stay in my lane, ain't gon' dial for time
You niggas be talkin' like bitches
B.O. them Glocks and them strips, I'ma switch

Shit gettin' crazy, they hangin' with Smiths
Flash on the Glock, we ain't takin' no pics
I see the fake shit, I didn't reveal
I'ma load off a Drake clip, white girl run

Imani a tape, bitch, tell her the tricks
She gon' get some and sneak them
Go hoes in the chest, make a cave in
Bitch, you ain't fuckin' then why did you came here

Not about money, they shut up, I came here
Pop run down, chop rain, but not rain did
Signal him out of the park, get him out of there
Big bitches try to make the young niggas run out

Crate on her neck, try and see what her tongue bout
Looked on her face, got her stickin' her tongue out
Gucci or swag, got her wearin' her toes out
If Robert sees it, come back, bring him pose out

And bang all them niggas, what's havin' them legs out
Came here to hunt it, I think it can fold out
Let the bitch do, I'ma see how it roll out
Showed back to Bapuapo and they sold out

Too many pounds in the trot, they might mow it out
They back to me till the first week that I got out
And I got him gone, you know I ain't back out
Door top 30, the race track back out

Glock go black when his noggin' is top out
I told the players, you gon' front door huntin
If he don't, cause I want it
Send a ghost, send me a hit, get him puntin

When I drop, when I ride, we like three of them guns
He hangin' with the opps, he gon' fall when they tumble
If the switch ain't loaded, the Glock gon' mumble
Shame my bitch when we f*ck, we don't cover

Spend it on the opps and I'm leavin' the puzzle
Get a block with a sack and I stackin' the dust
We up to work, get some pounds on the must
Glock 710 and it came with a must

Get in the way and I bet it'll plump
Always on Peter cause them bitches chunky
I'll be more with Pug, I'm trappin' with dummies
Brick of that boot goin' 400 onions

I see the fake shit, that ain't Reveal
I'ma load off a Drake clip, white girl run
E-Molly a tape, bitch, tell her the tricks
She gon' get so unsnaked in, little hoes in the chest

Make a cave in, bitch, you ain't fuckin
Then why did you came here, not about money
They shut up, I came here, pop run down, chop rain
But not rain, bitch, knock him out of the pop

Get him out of there, bitch, bitch, the trap
Make the young niggas run out, reloading the clip
Every time that bitch run out, cray on her neck
Tryin' to see what her talk about, told her f*ck

Got her speakin' her tongue out, Gucci her swag
Got her wearin' her toes out, it's mobin' season
And bag all the niggas who's havin' them loans out
Shit worth a hundred, I think it can fold out

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