Lyrics:
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Wick run is (uh)
Badder than your breath after Funyuns (yeah)
Badder than your bunions (uh), after running that Runyon Canyon
You a Nick Cannon
Of the approaching MOB)
|MOB (Some) |Track down this murderer
|he must be found! |Hunt out this animal
|who runs to ground! |
|Too long he's preyed on us
|but now we
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
I gotta call up my guala
Need a couple ounces by tomorrow
I done run up a big check
Out here grinding, trapping, breaking necks
All of my n***as is
you the one who made that opp track
Knock her chin to floor will not bounce back
Unless she fell into that stomach, but I popped that
Bitch want
The correct spelling of
Y-Y-Y-Y-YVNG X
Y V N G X
Y V N G X
I’ma get the bag, flip it front to back
Run it like it’s track, all I speak is facts
All I
tell you, mi say
Zion a black, she live up by di track (Bim)
Zion a black, she live by di track
She was a ballhead
But now she turn a dreadlocks
She take
for? I run tracks on my own
What's the vowel talk for? I don't like you at all
Why pass the baton? I can run on my own
Why depend on others to finish
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
and I'ma run it
Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rolling spreads
You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
woo)
This bustdown AP watch, this why you mad right?
I run this shit like track life (trap, trap, trap)
Young niggas this that trap life (woo, woo)
to the track
Ooh yeah yeah (ooh yeah yeah yeah)
Ooh yeah yeah yeah (ooh yeah yeah yeah)
{Hook}
One by one
Too late no run
Ooh ooh (i'll take you there) ooh ooh
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
the only time you see a chart
Is when I screenshot a plaque
But you must be the drunk one 'cause
You swung at me and missed
Your diss track was goofy
rigged
Went to the brink
Y'all can run up a track
Or just concede I'm the king
Ever since a little boy protected by the light
What's up Billie ha I know
a last look at the sky.
'Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust's gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye."
Run, Molly, run. Look
Yea
Mula
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four on the track
Backing it up all I'm talking is facts
I ain't friendly you
like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it like a night flite!
Word
shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that
it go click-clack-clack
What you think this world is run by? Cash, cash, cash
Decorate why do we celebrate?
The people that we've lost they're in
Will you stand by?
The test of time
When I'm alive
Or when I die?
Will you blast my tracks
Or act like I wasnt by your side
Can you live your lies
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
'em by a length
So don't hold on
Don't hold back
If you gonna run
On the winnin track
Cuz tryin hard is not enough
You've got to have the runnin blood
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