Lyrics:
Ion playing no game
Run up on me
Imma shoot everybody
I'm balling like MELO
Go straight to the brain
Buss down the Rollie
No plain Jane, it's icy
or five barbies just lapped in the challenger
Toppin' me off til she blue like an avatar
Starving like lets run this mo' fuckin' meal up
I know hillside
are simply simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing
But what I be rhyming, no payola is required
My
I fuck your hoe on a Friday night know that I'll have that bitch gone by the weekend
My cellular it stay on DND I don't even like when my phone keep
soaring SnÃ?fellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
Too smart i been looking dumb
You walk the walk but ya never run
One by one, i'm just having fun
Might just sip up n get me tun
The pain yeah i can
leave
I can’t lie she went live w no stream
Mix that money w dirty n clean dey no
Ion give a fuck run it up by any means
Im like yadadiemean?
They
Down break it down for me
Don't run outta gas girl
See his hat cocked, can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With the blue STL on, who that but me?
Who
shooters that are watching for me.
I'm heavy, I'm colder,
Better me know, sir,
I can tear apart mc's
But I'd rather read a book on childcare by Keri
it back
I'm going hard for these stacks
I'm running through these blocks
Like a runningback
Run it back, while collar, blue collar
Crime dawg I'm done
Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends
pac-man
Run it up
Run it up
I ran up them bands
I run up them bands
I run up them bands
I ain't get a memo
I came in the game
Solo
Dolo
Catch plays
Look
Imma go get it by any means (Run up a bag)
Imma go do it by any means
I will
Do what I what so get me them blues
I ain't talking bout clues
Sit
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
Spent Saturday's black and blue
But it was what I love to do
And it was more than just a game
It was my life and it was fun
Another season of my
Keeping up image, you niggas be fake
Whole lotta guala, we countin' them blues, Run up on me then yo ass get faced
Remember them niggas, they said I won't
It's all luv yeah yeah
Friday night, late June, sittin' by the fire with a lake view
Eyes Lock- Through the smoke, burnin' hot, flame blue
You
to the chicken
While I'm facetiming
Truck driving, screw them blues closed
We be freight lining he faking jack
He run the streets and chase commas
But will he make
back and watch how I do this
Off top like a fade nigga fuck all the haterz
It's a dirty game one time for the players
Niggas on they grind tryna keep it
out to my dukes, gave birth to a menace
Heart breaker
Lean dranker
Out in Vegas, blacked out like a Raider
Pour a four in this Blue Razz Faygo
CM in
To tag me
And I ain't really into bragging
But my bread game is outstanding
Free my cousin Marcus, fuck the Law And fuck that case
They stopping these
If I can't fly then I'll run
If I can't run then I'll walk
If I can't walk then I'll crawl
No matter what I can't stop
I gotta get it by any means
I
Run that shit to the end zone I just won the game
Walk through my city these niggas be clowning
These bitches be hating they steady be frowning
Over my
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run
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