Run This Shit (feat. BabyTec.9 & Black Star)

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Pop out they with me
Pop out the cut little bitch
We'll shoot a f*ck nigga quick
Stacking money gotta go get bread
Young nigga twenty-one with no kids
But your main bitch eat my children
And she gone f*ck she wanna have sex
Stacking money I am the best
Run this shit
Run this shit up with a check
Run this shit Up with my legs
Run this shit up by myself
If you can't get right you get left
I'ma rain in the three like I'm Steph
Wrist in the bowl like a chef
Lead the wave like surf
Work
How much you put into work
Cause these niggas is hurt
I've been chosen since birth
In first
I know they mad I'm in first and they wish I was cursed
Wish the roles were reversed
Sturred
I know my wrist is submerged drip the scene they disperse
I pull off in a hurst
Worried
I know these niggas is worried and they scared of my words and they flocking like birds
Birds
I’m fly like a mf bird I’ma dive in the water and jump in head first
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
I Run this shit run this shit We run this shit We run this bitch
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
I Run this shit we run this shit we run this bitch We run this shit
Run this shit
We don’t wanna f*ck with y’all
Y’all don’t want no smoke
Me and Brodie hitting licks we can not live that broke
Trap house got the twelve gage right by the door
You niggas ain’t bout it we gone smoke you bitch don’t play with bows
Got girls with me they trap everywhere they was trapped out at the store
Got a nigga with me he bang gang gang Texaco
You niggas wanna get the weed and I got the double cup its slowed
If I get all this money straight from the farm you know that shit gone grow
I see that girl and she popping
She hate shit I’m toxic
Got a girl with me and she topping
If I don’t f*ck with you nigga you topless
And I’m fucking that bitch and I put in the morning I hate it when that bitch topless
Y’all niggas know me i’ma crop pick
All in the crowd
Just like a mosh pit
Mosh pit mosh pit mosh pit mosh pit
Boy you on some op shit
Boy you need to stop it
Drop kick drop kick drop kick drop kick
Mortal combat shit Bruce Lee boy got hit with chopsticks
Fifty bags to the bank
All in water I got me some rank
I do not know I just lean on it
I rock the bag with supreme on it
These niggas hate I don’t know
He tried to rob in yo rob dream
He try to ride he tryna get him some crack
I knew that boy was a fiend
New coupe its going so fast
I lift off the scene when I hit off the gas
Killers stay straight on yo ass
Robbing that nigga I’ma need me a mask
What do you mean I’m off smoking some gas
I roll up a swisher don’t roll no zig zag
F*ck it why do we run in his pockets
Pulling out that iron if he moving sloppy
Nasa shit I move in a rocket
Keep me a Glock and I’ll pop it
Like this the jungle this royal rumble
You run the ball but you gonna fumble
I got the guns on me no muscle
I get this shit off the hustle
Boy you in trouble I am the coach
We call a huddle
Came from the struggle we had to smuggle got niggas mad cause I solved the puzzle
We from the gutter
We stay with my brothers don’t trust you
Stay with my brothers don’t trust you
Yo wallet ain't counting up nigga how much you got boy
New Rollie tech cost and it's busted
Chopstick nigga I need a new gun
Nigga I’m at the two for the one
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
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I Run this shit we run this shit we run this bitch we run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
Run this shit run this shit run this shit run this shit
I run this shit we run this shit we run this bitch We run this shit
Run this shit

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Written by: Christian Black, Collin Brown, Eric Black

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