Cochise, Mally, BlazeYL, Sam Wise - DON’T RUN lyrics

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh? Yo yo, yo

What's next? (Next)
Heard these niggas comin' for my neck
Back then, I was working at the Rec
She like, "Nigga, all you wanna do is flex"
Duh, don't you see the neck? Uh
The neck cost a check
A check could cost a jet
She like, "Nigga, now I wish we never met"

If you show me love
Better show me my respect (Facts)
I'm in this deep, deep
Straight up 'til my neck
And I'm protected, watch money met
H-O-P from now to death
Tеll 'em we up, tell 'еm we next
All these is panache, finesse
Fuck it, let's play with no ref
Been in my bag, got crept
I fucked the game, ain't lubricate
Like MJ how I step
Them man face is way too bait
Can't eat, make sure he's whacked
Write me up a check, yeah

(Ha ha) ooh la la (Ha, ha)
She want me (Ha, ha) ooh la la (Ha, ha)
What's the fee? (Ha, ha)
Ooh la la, tell a pussy nigga, "Freeze"
(Ha, ha)
Ooh la la, I'ma give you what you need
(Ha, ha)

Yeah, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
Young boy gotta make them moves, check-ups
(Some money)
But they don't know me, I'm next up, extra
Baby too extra, I needed one extra
Feel the new, vexed up, I need more money
I need more bands (Skrrt) i got my fans
I'm fuckin' on honeys that know about mans
I can't conversate with them lames, I can't
(I can't)
I can't conversate with them lame niggas
I pump my chest, 'bout that check
I'm 'bout the money, I'm 'bout that flex
My little honey tryna get me fixed
The way that I put them through the test
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Two gyal, two gun
Two phone, don't run, ayy, yeah
No run, uh, no run no run, me not done
Yeah, it ain't finished
Tell the judge, "Extend the sentence"
On my own, independence
All A's, good attendance (yeah)
Okay, got your card (Card, card)
What's the pin? (Ah) What's the pin? (Ah)
Get it in (Ah)
Niggas actin' fishy-fishy, see your fins
(Ha, yeah) shawty pull up, swishy-swishy
Now she finished someone tell that boy
Me not with no fish flavor
Unnuh watchin' your behavior
Me nuh ramp with no traitor
All mi dogs make paper ha, yeah
The pack (Pack) , the pack (Pack)
The pack (Pack) , the pack (Pack)
The pack (Pack) , the pack (Pack)
Ha, fees in the back (Back)
Please don't look back (Back)
The team got the strap (Strap)
The G's fit her back (Back)
All the V's in the– (Buh buh-buh, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on me light like limousine
(Ha, 'sine, hey)
Baby, let me hop on double C's (Hey, hey)
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid
You can tell that by the jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
And yeah, I turned red, yeah
I'm gettin' to the green
(Oh, yeah, I love me) oh, yeah, I love me
Uh, yeah, I'm a fiend uh, uh, prodigy
Huh, yeah, what you need? (Ha)
Yeah, yeah, give me that C (Ha)
Yeah, yeah, nigga, that C (Ha)
Yeah, yeah, nigga that geek
Yeah, yeah, lookin' at me
Yeah, yeah, nigga, that C
Yeah, I was like, "What do you mean?" (Ha)
Shawty, stop making a scene (Ha)
The whip, don't got a key (Ha)
The whip, don't get a key (Ha)
And no, I don't go in the trees (Ha)