No Runnin' (feat. Ron Da Rula)

If you run, don't duck, bitch, I'm aiming for hip If you see a red dodge, turn around, don't dip Bussing at cribs, give a f*ck bout kids Only smoke za, I don't smoke no mids Don't pass that blick, bro, you better just buss it Bro in this bitch, he don't care bout nothin Drove by, shh, then just got to dumping Tried to tell your ass, bro there ain't No Runnin' Bitch, when I up this bitch, boy, fuz your ass can't run when I up this bitch, boy, fuz your ass can't run I got this gun and this bitch ain for fun Nigga, posting all the straps till his ass get done If you tryna do a drill, get gloves And we spinning on his block and we droppin fuckin' tons Talk on the net, but you don't want to bump You talkin' bout Brodie, I swear that it's up Caught by the feds made you piss in a cup How i'm walkin' down if I'm sendin' him up? Ron droppin' a diss and it's fuckin' em up I told bro, stop fuckin' up with these sluts, get mun now I'm pullin' up with these guns, it's a showdown I'm walkin' down with this nine, you get blowed down Swerv tap me just for some shh on the road now Shop off me, why you coppin' off, bro? Yeah, he tried to walk down, now we taggin' his toe Top off me, she not toppin' off, bro Yeah, she f*ck with my style, boy, you know how it go