Runs (feat. Artie McCraft)

(I feel you wanna be me) I tell 'em sweet dreams when they sleep on me Hi Tek shots to the dome for thee Got 'em slumped out Wake up, dumb shook when I jumped out Drool on ya face, said wash ya mouth We out here to flip all kinds of shits I gotta big brick full of golden sticks Stems so rich make platinum hits Yeah, one whole trip for the price of fifths Come nigga what you want Kid got goodies in the dirty swamp Perc Curry pills, three bills for a dozen Hit a nigga up if you lookin' for onion Said I'm dangerous, one touch of this is like angel dust Straight to the mind, you can't hand with us Really you a fool, you look strange to us Motherfucker's thinkin' they cool, really they not Lookin' like beans in the pot, two tone coupes off the lot Straight to the drop, told my bitch watch for the opps Told yo bitch watch for the ops? Had my bitch reach for the Glock Held up at a four way stop Lime green pinto drop top Two heads peep from the top Shit got hot? Shit got hot popped off on block Now we gots cops Now we got cops? Too many cops, ain't no work on the block Niggas ducked off to the spot Back to the pots Gotta make up for the lost Niggas doin' runs lotta cost Niggas straight beamin 710 mobs sting-grey stick demon Oh we weavin' Helicopter lights on the news, we cheesin' Wrist still gleamin', they still sleepin', we got them dreaming Yeah they dreamin', niggas still dreamin'