Run Off

I’m sayin that you don’t even fuck with me though
Gotta chase the dough
Got a case full of dough
Feel like I’m stuck in the mix, maze
I don’t know where to go (I don’t know where to go)
I was just thinkin bout the gwala
Fuck nigga you can do what you wanna
I ain’t from out-west but I’ma cut up
Dumb thot on my line say I’m stuck up
Fuck boy ain’t never shot a gun off
If I fronted you some work you would run off
Your bitch tryna suck me I’m like come on
Hundred yard dash to the cash yeah I run off
You tryna fuck with me I’m like fuck off
Your bitch hit my line I’m tryna fuck on her
And I’m stay down till I come up
I’ma stay down till I’m up
I’m the shit I ain’t never had to flush
I’m a dog I ain’t talkin bout a mut
Fuckin hoes like I’m magic in the clutch
See twelve then I gotta skrt-t-skrt
Run bales yeah they see me through the town
Lowkey like I live underground
Leonardo roll another pound
Silencer on the blick no sound
Tryna ball get ripped out of bounds
Get caught up I can’t make a sound
Blue bumma gang we’ll hunt you down
I’m stuck I wanted to travel
Me and bro in the i8 and it got handles
Glock in the foreign
Rambo in a lambo
Fucked this bitch in some Gucci flip-flops
You wearin sandals
Tryna glow on the g-l-o you damn wrong
Bandana boys
Cap or die
Blood gang, cap gang