RunDown (feat. Ai Frontline & Luh Rambo Nem)

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Hm, ya, yea, hm
Who gon run down on me?, yea (run down on me)
I rock all black clothes, yea (all black clothes)
Drk shadow, rick ownes (ownes)
She tryna f*ck cus im on (f*ck cus im on)
Ian tryna f*ck on these hoes (okay)
Im warm, big givenchy coat (okay)
Unknown, keep this ona low (Unknown, u kno' that)
White bitch, she stay on coke (on coke)
I pop out with the drac' and the coat (doo, doo, doo)
He got hit with the switch and he choked (and he choked)
Im fucking his bitch, he dont kno' (wtf)
Tryna pull out the glock issa go (lets go)
We sliding wit' glocks in the Rover (u kno' that)
But shot make his shit stop, its over
Bad lil bitch on top, ion know her (wha, wha)
When i get that drop, i show up (blrrd)
Its a hunnid shots on all us (u kno' that)
Shot so many times, we blew it up (wha)
We be toting nines, its cool wit us (cool wit us)
On his block, im spying with a .40 tucked (huh)
Ass so fat, think the bitch got a tummy tuck
Post onnat bitch?, 5 minutes, then im pullin up (srkt)
Lowkey mad he kno he cant f*ck wit us (bitch)
Hm, ya, yea, hm
Who gon run down on me?, yea (run down on me)
I rock all black clothes, yea (all black clothes)
Drk shadow, rick ownes (ownes)
She tryna f*ck cus im on (f*ck cus im on)
Ian tryna f*ck on these hoes (okay)
Im warm, big givenchy coat (okay)
Unknown, keep this ona low (Unknown, u kno' that)
Crazy man, off dope, want smoke wit us
Man you kno' i dropped the lo, cus we posted up
Nigga walked up with the MAC, ima blow 'em up
Try to run bullets hit his back, where u goin' now?
Cant find you? bitch gon send it
Be smart, use bait when fishing
Real nigga, do no dissin'
Dont put my name up in it
I catch a case? im spinnin'
Hop out, hit his face and kidney-
Run down on who?, take the Civic
Dat glock look new, take his blickie
I was fuckin' this bitch, leave ha sticky
Had tho ho' on ha neck , it was wicked
do no playin, we fukk up tha' city
509 had dat boy clutchin' his kidney
If he run down, nigga gon' choke
That boy thought he was sneaky, he slow
Got the drop, y he postin' his lo'?
I send my shorty's to blow his home
Do no dissin' i go to his door, then i ask the f*ck nigga "wtf he been on?"
And my money dont shrink, ts grow
Imma give ts back to my bros
Man all my niggas gon eat, all my niggas gon fucking succeed (fo' sure)
Man i dont do no trickin' but this ho' can have some Celine
Man i dont love this ho', i jus' love what she doin' fa me
U could say ian shit, it ain nun to me
Get bacc, like hoe lemme breath

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