Run 'Em Down

Fake bitches always acting like we friends, but I know they only want me for my benz I can't blame 'em, have you seen them wheels spin? I beat 'em up, I wrap 'em up, I turn 'em in They said I won't be shit, but now I'm steady making hits Don't f*ck with me unless you got a clip tight on your hip Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip Drive it to yo' momma house Ski mask, hit a lick Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down If yo' baby mama home, I'ma get my dick licked Best know she suckin' on the tip Then she throating that shit 17 sealed with a 30-stick Cause a scene, leave you on a bitch I'ma hit a left on the bitch Cruisin' down the street Wheel in my left, stick in the right Cruise by, fye, fye, fye Hit you with a beam, three, five, five, five Hit you with the six times Siren in the back, talk to 45 I'm runnin' out of time Gotta get out of sight now Canine on the loose now Runnin' faster and faster like green mile Runnin' through the weed pile These intrusive thoughts finna win, not for a while I got the main title I'm a bad motherfucker, have that title I'm a bad motherfucker, get in denial I run it, leave you in the dust, six-fo' Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down, Run 'em down Haters say I ain't shit, but all these bands can f*ck they bitch Can't resist when I spit, saw her eyes open big Little fry, little guy, threesome cause yo' bitch is bi I'm her guy, I'm so high I made 10k here tonight What did you make? Zip, Nada Not a damn thing Clothes? Prada Your shit's all fake, fit-gate Gana, I'm in first place, cold case Fake bitches always acting like we friends, but I know they only want me for my benz I can't blame 'em, have you seen them wheels spin? I beat 'em up, I wrap 'em up, I turn 'em in They said I won't be shit, but now I'm steady making hits Don't f*ck with me unless you got a clip tight on your hip Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip Drive it to yo' momma house Ski mask, hit a lick