Run Amuck

I'm give 'em the drip and they run off Why you focused on me nigga, go get your bands up These bitches thinking I'm handsome But I'm fuck 'em like sluts, I don't got no manners Hoe asking if I could cuff, no answer Number one prospect out Nawf Atlanta I do not talk, man fuck the banter Just left the club and I fucked the dancer Ou, ou, I just left the club, I fucked the dancer Ou, black and white toes, I just might fuck me a panda Aye, bands, bands, bands I give her gifts, I ain't Santa though Ou I'm doing these drugs, I think I need a new antidote And shawty gon' eat on this cantaloupe Ou. we do not do good with cameras We was just serving them dubs, up in the club with Nawfside Bama I told you that boy was a scrub, you fuck with a scrub, girl that is a scandal Ain't worried about opps, we good I'm up in your hood and I'm holding the mantle I hit from the back and she clutching her heel I feel like a king, cause she brought a buddy Purple rain, purple rain, all in my drink Yeah, I'm sipping that muddy Pop several percs, now I'm feeling lucky And my band's different colors like Teletubbies Got the drop on the opp, need to tell it to me Please don't hit up my thots cause they killin' with me That boy here a pack, we smoke him like doobie Feeling lucky, Dube Extended the clip like we making a movie Dance on this grave, now we getting groovy Bitch, I ain't dumb, but I'm going retarded And I get the money regardless These little niggas don't know where they started And no, we ain't stepping, we marching Left, left, left Shawty gon' march to the crib Ou, she going crazy, calling me baby But, bitch, I don't need a bib That was your baby That shit is crazy She had my kids in her lip The number one nigga like Brady, huh Tossing these hoes, and I'm pleading the fifth Ou, I'm with the demons and shit Pour up a four in the lean, and I sip Fuck with the gang, you get rolled like a spliff Fuck with the gang, and he taking the trip Niggas don't know how many hoes that we get I'm with my cousin, we making 'em dip We all about blues, but we not no crip Bitch, do not give me no lip Don't give me no lip I just want the box I'm grabbing that bitch by the horns like an ox If she give me lip, then that shit is top We don't care about thots, cops, or opps No mas, them bitches gon' talk a lot The opps, we pull up, we popping shots She thought I was finna go, I'm not I'm running through hoes like a Juggernaut OK, we busting his bubble We rollin' that loud, can never be subtle KO you know that's the bros We keepin' the dough and we makin' it crumble Crumble up, just finesse me and Pac, then I double up Cook it up, break it down, watch me cut it up Shut it up, lil nigga, just run it up You don't talk how you walk, you just run a muck I'm give 'em the drip and they run off Why you focused on me nigga, go get your bands up These bitches thinking I'm handsome But I'm fuck 'em like sluts, I don't got no manners Hoe asking if I could cuff, no answer Number one prospect out Nawf Atlanta I do not talk, man fuck the banter Just left the club and I fucked the dancer