Lyrics:
know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone 'round me got killers and they runnin' 'round and sippin' lean
'Bout to put my
even make it to a station
Might break down again
But I gotta keep turnin' the engine
Runnin' on
Runnin' on fumes
With just enough to get me by
N' there
the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King cover
Don't care what
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
to keep my butt from the fryin' pan
Now she's runnin' up ahead to chase some deer
Comes back to tell me that coast is clear
It's a different world I
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
pain
Until I'm in his arms again
Runnin' down the stairs there's a taxi that's waiting for me
Loneliness I'm gonna leave you far behind
I'd walk
what it is
And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids
You always stood by me
When the natives start to whine
[Chorus: x2]
You're like
Hold me down let's be Bonnie and Clyde
You gone hear rumors about me girl don't be surprise
Just have my back lift me up they wanna see my damage
the reason all these niggas runnin' track, pussy (on God)
You ain't never stepped, you can't tell me a thing (21)
I got big cojones and I'm lettin' 'em hang
leak
Hood Mona Lis, model for me in that lingerie
Diamonds come rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse, see the city sleep
R6, bitches still
the late nineties, my niggas is jugglin' weight
Runnin' from state to state, gunnin' up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy
ride
Keep my lady by my side
We robbing safes Bonnie and Clyde
Do it for the money
Do it till the cash ran out
Back again we stacking wealth I
Get
it hotter
And don't wipe off sweat it makes it better
Get him whatever he wants,
Don't hit him with questions
Ask my other girls
Trust me girl don't
fucking me, I got em' taking turns
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like
wrote back her an answer
For to let her know
While life was in me body
T'was there I would nae go
While life was in me body,
And while it does remain
I
I saw more days pass me by
Fix your face don't have to lie
Evident you chose a side
Closure's going to be hard to find
Played me once won't fool me
a slug in my back
But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me
Now the fools better run 'cause this just drive-by Billy
Little black boy from
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