Run N My Blood

Stay in your path, lil' nigga, worried bout the wrong feet And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me I keep shit playa, all that gangsta shit run in my blood They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar" When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar Gangsta bitch season, give my ass a reason I'll kill these bitches with one movement and it's easy A celebration gon' be needed when I get it poppin I run this game like I'm a champ and you know ain't no stoppin' Turn your speakers on and get to droppin After you eat my pussy, nigga, get to moppin Damn, I feel like a vet, always boutta check And I don't need no baguettes, got gold on my neck These niggas act like my nephew, they actin' like some toddlers I don't need kids, I like some gifts and a couple dollars I just might spazz, don't wanna sleep, you drivin' my crash I get some D'ussé, pay with cash, zooted out the ass Damn, I see they future goin' out the window Since they wanna f*ck with me, you know I'm smokin' indoors I got a lot of Gs with me You know they carry heat with ease And if you tryna leave with me You know we gon' be makin' cheese Stay in your path, lil' nigga, worried bout the wrong feet And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me I keep shit playa, all that gangsta shit run in my blood They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar" When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar Rockstar status, need a rockstar patek I go hard, don't no bitch want static I'm a star, I'm magic, on my fingers, I'm tatted I got bitches and they call me daddy Got a hard knock life for a ten-star bitch I've had visions of my future, I'm rich I can't f*ck with no snitch, don't try fuckin' with my digits I will beat your ass to sleep, make your mama think you missin I need me a whip with the top down I'm ridin', I'm slidin', these bitches is hiddin' And I can't f*ck with niggas that's not 'round We chillin', we vibin', we'll knock off your noggin Just let me know bout how that Glock sound I take the glizz on a date, only the team can eat off the plate Fuckin' with us, you ain't never safe Be real with me, keep it a hunnid Can't beef about small shit and money I get in the booth, I go dummy You lil' hoes could never son me I'm hungry, feel it in my tummy Got hustle mentality, honey By any means, baby Can't f*ck with crackheads and can't look all bummy Stay in your path, lil' nigga worried bout the wrong feet And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me I keep shit playa, all that gangster shit run in my blood They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar" When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar