Lyrics:
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We doing drive bys
Niggas in the cut doing track
I Like to side eye
Faggots know I'm lit & keep it real
These bitches tie die
Holy Ghost
Did magic
makin' 'em takin' 'em breakin' 'em all
Diss 'em one by one
You make the mistake of thinkin' I'm soft
Thinkin' Run ain't the one
From eighty-three
their mistreated by their husbands
So I hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And I'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
Like all these fuckin' imps
Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it
Kids you can all run naked backwards
Through a field of dicks
Fuck the world don't
me?
I could be the red hood in the woods
Past their glowing red eyes
Tryna get me alone tonight
You could be another wolf on the prowl
Tryna track me
on
You know I'm ready to flow get your pads on
And I run this tracks like a marathon
With a positive charge like a proton
Fifi Mild flight risk yeah I'm
Instagram bots
Caused by Cosby and thots
Do you want have sex with me? It's like Ecstasy
It's the best you seen. I'm a SOB
That's why you hatin me
That's why
always run it like track
Fuck That
This shit if my future man
That shit was my past
And I gotta make a living so I gotta make it last
All the children they
In the pale blue mourning
He's a lone wolf cowboy
Born to raise himself and run
Carving deep tracks on his Harley Davidson
off to find that woman he
Ever felt like it's run rabbit
Go and chase your bad habits
And if you're feeling hungry go and see what takes your palette
Man I swear I see the rat
friend can't scream the last name
Crack him in the head, just so his head can feel the pain
Tie him to the tracks and watch him get run over by a train
live trend by trend, but I'm making it mine
You rappers ain't running shit, you really just run out of time
You rappers ain't killing shit, the only
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
the bundles,
An easy ten grand, it felt like a hundred,
These Gucci belts by the stomach, with guns in them.
Its only wealth that we want, if we run wit em
Till
Finch
Put Your Mind To It You Could Run c Four Flat
Driving With The Fixer YcH say is Us Or Them
Keep My Mind Calm Once c Time Take Your Heart Evil
If there was a place to run
Don't you think we'd all go?
It's hard to escape
When life seems furlough
If it was easy
Everyone would do it
So I
Laurel Cove Laurel Cove
She got down Daddy's gun
Aimed it at his head said "you better run"
With one eye open and one eye closed
Hiding all night by
couldn't live with this, them man are likkle man
Dem mans a likkle fish
I'm kinda oceanic
Did you get my drift?
Dem on a dep, dep, dep, goose
Struttin'
reconsider
We the grey to the grave, the clip to the MAC
We the ones who run the race
You the ones we overlap
You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga
You
run back to you
Can't keep this up anymore I know
Letting it all bleed out, now ion know what to do
I hear people when they talking about me
Blackin out
video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap,
a package from Cali
I break that shit down and
Front it to my cousin
I'm not leavin' without that 4-5
If you run up on me
I'm guaranteed to bun you
Let's put
plus
Supported by T thank you very much
Ain't notihng to it te way we do it
Set the date collabarate and just run through it
I been doing this shit since
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