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RUN! (feat. RonToTheMfG)
by 713 JMilly
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Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
Fuck these niggas sayin', bitch, I'm the hottest out my city
Ask your bitch, ask your mama, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Why these niggas talkin' shit like I won't pop 'em like a wheelie
All these niggas cappin', might just send some shots up at they fitteds
Bitch, I got more motion than a motherfuckin' ocean
I got bread, they got crumbs, man, these bum-ass niggas roachin
All these niggas step behind me, better watch how you approach me
Make them rock out in this bitch and get to steppin' like a soldier
Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones,
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
Ayy, nigga, what's the dealio
Mask on like Mysterio
Circle like a Cheerio
Ain't let no niggas in the door
I just came to rock out with my motherfuckin' brudda them
I'm startin' to feel like Jordan cause I live everyday above the rim
I feel like I'm Curry, shoot this bitch, you know I'm bustin' them
Pockets sound like mm-mm, cause they filled with M&M's
Roadrunner money, keep it comin', don't play bout dividends
Shoot it with precision, I ain't tryna hit the innocents
Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
Fuck these niggas sayin', bitch, I'm the hottest out my city
Ask your bitch, ask your mama, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Why these niggas talkin' shit like I won't pop 'em like a wheelie
All these niggas cappin', might just send some shots up at they fitteds
Bitch, I got more motion than a motherfuckin' ocean
I got bread, they got crumbs, man, these bum-ass niggas roachin
All these niggas step behind me, better watch how you approach me
Make them rock out in this bitch and get to steppin' like a soldier
Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones,
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
Ayy, nigga, what's the dealio
Mask on like Mysterio
Circle like a Cheerio
Ain't let no niggas in the door
I just came to rock out with my motherfuckin' brudda them
I'm startin' to feel like Jordan cause I live everyday above the rim
I feel like I'm Curry, shoot this bitch, you know I'm bustin' them
Pockets sound like mm-mm, cause they filled with M&M's
Roadrunner money, keep it comin', don't play bout dividends
Shoot it with precision, I ain't tryna hit the innocents
Ay, ay, I'm bout to rock out in this bitch
Rock out in this bitch, yeah
Gas station, tee
Fresh pair of ones
Ferragamo belt just to hold up my gun
Runnin' up this paper, man, I do this shit for fun
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run nigga
Yea, said nigga run nigga run
I be runnin' up this paper, nigga, run, nigga, run