Run (feat. Li Dez)

I’m the son of the projects I got street knowledge I can teach you something Real hot boy shit Real east side shit Come and learn something Y’all know what the f*ck going Yeah Y’all f*ck niggas Know what’s going on I got that nine you better get out the fucking way Know what I’m talking about Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Cause yeah) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (On god) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Bitch) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (Bitch) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than Niggas ain’t touching me Nine keep em off of me Hollows gone hit Like a hockey team We got clips on clips When we shoot it’s a movie scene Lighting shit up like a Christmas tree Call my gun Rudolph Cause it got a red beam 50 Shots out a sprinter Turn niggas to a track team Running red lights and stop signs Ain’t shit stopping me Hit stick me Pick up the pack Can’t tackle me Stiff arm Keep the f*ck niggas off of me Talking bout offing me I be with killas that shoot for me Strapped with the .556 Shooting .223’s Laying shit down like a futon Put him to sleep Screaming f*ck 12 Cause I know that they watching me Can’t trust these niggas They law and order Ice t I feel like Dej loaf I dare a nigga to try me Sosa in the cut I ain’t hiding Soon as you move He sliding Don’t try me Try trident You gon’ hear sirens Supervisor with the strap I’m firing Ima get rich or die trying Got rid of that bitch Like enterprise got rid of Ryan’s While you sleeping I’m grinding I put in work Like offense and defense linemens Make these niggas quit trying me I keep the iron Niggas play with me I get to ironing Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Cause yeah) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (On god) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Bitch) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (Bitch) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than Ima theif in the night Like a bandit Supplying pressure These niggas can’t manage Get put on a t shirt Flexing for a image Rock out with my nine Do damage Niggas fold under pressure And panic 81 Left in this clip Shootining randy Draco sit a nigga down Since he can’t stand me These bitches Gone come out they panties Soon as I roll this Grammy (Li dez) Niggas want smoke Drop the addy I’m kicking shit like a punter (Bitch) Drip too hard like gunna (Cause yeah) Me and Maliko like stunna da baby (Crank sum) Young nigga strap like the navy I hit the scene they go crazy (On god) Ima walk down with my shirt off Lil nigga but I’m big dog He make a diss he get knocked off Red beam on his nose like Rudolph Lil buddy he sweet jit too soft (Bitch) Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Cause yeah) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (On god) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than Run through a check Hit a stain yeah I snatch that F*ck a loan You ain’t getting cash back (Bitch) I got the strap with the pack Can’t touch that If you shoot we gone bus back (Bitch) 50 Shots out of a sprinter van If we ain’t satisfied We gon’ load up and spend again Op wood to the face Got me higher than method man F*ck competition You know that better than (On god) Aye Aye F*ck competition You know that I’m better than Aye Aye Roll a backwood I’m just smoking on medicine Aye Aye Keep the strap When you step better not be hesitant Aye Aye Bitch