Foolio - On The Run (Pt. 1) lyrics

Damn, that day was crazy as fuck
Uh
(Simo Fre just killed this)

Ay, it's been a long day (6)
Woke up, floss my teeth, grab my gun
What's the play?
(What's the play?)
Got a phone call, unknown number
It's not saved

(R-r rah)
Told him "Drop the lo'
Swear to God I'm on the way"
(On the way)
Walked outside the house
And hopped in my stolen Wraith
(Stolen Wraith)
Nigga sendin' threats
So somebody gon' die today
(R-r rah)


Ridin' down [?]
Then hopped on the interstate
(Interstate)
Finna go and drill, damn, I forgot the brakes
(I forgot the brakes)
Bibby on my mind, finna up the murder rate
(R-r rah)
Police hopped behind mе
And they ran the licensе plate
(Damn)
Now they story gettin' crazy
I had to take 'em on a chase
(Skrt)
Got off in lane 4
Bust a left then bust a right
(Bust a right)
Now I'm on Edgewood
I ain't stoppin' at no light
(Stoppin' at no light)
Heart beatin' fast
All I see is police lights
I'm a million dollar nigga
Still gamblin' with my life
(Gamblin' with my life)
Left by AutoZone, now I'm ridin' down
Ain't pray to God this mornin'
So this happenin' for a reason
(Happenin' for a reason)
220 on the dash, look behind me
I'on see 'em
(I'on see 'em)
Rollin' on them Xans
End up crashin' on [?]
(Damn)
Now I'm out on feet, oh
I think I got 'em beat
(Let's go)
Hopped another gate
End up rippin' my white tee
(Fuck)
I'm scared like a bitch
They got dogs chasin' me
(Fuck)
Crackers gotta do y'all job
We'on pay taxes for free
(No cap)
Ran through the cut, now I'm in Hilltop
(Hilltop)
Gotta think fast
'cause I gotta throw my Glock
(Gotta throw my Glock)
GTA shit, damn, I got 5 stars (5 stars)
I just stashed all my drugs
Now I'm runnin' off the block
(Off the block)
Ran off the 6, and I still see the cops
(See the cops)
Gotta keep on goin'
Police tellin' me to stop
(Tellin' me to stop)
I'm finna get away
I can feel it in my heart
(Feel it in my heart)
Then I get on Ave B, guess who I see? Damn
The opps
(Damn)
I shoot, like, 3, 4
Times, they shootin' back
I had to duck
(Buh)
I kill all of them niggas, in my head
I know I'm fucked
'Cause while I'm in the shootout
See the police pullin' up
Damn, undercover car, gray Silverado truck
(Damn)
Helicopters in the air
It ain't nowhere I can run
(Run)
It is what it is
Tell the label "pay my bond"
(Pay my bond)
They cross they nuts on me, oh
They think lil' 6 done
Finna take this shit to trial and
Beat a couple murder 1's
Now I'm up in court
I got shackles on my feet
(Shackles on my feet)
Don't got no codefendant
And I'm not takin' a plea
(Not takin' a plea)
The judge, she a fan
And she wanna fuck on me
(Wanna fuck on me)
Uh, state attorney racist
Want some time outta me
(Time outta me)
My lawyer said "Sweet
I'm finna get you out this bitch"
(Get you out this bitch)
Real gangster, I got morals
I'll do time before I snitch
(No cap)
I'm a stolen car ridin' ass, crazy ass jit
(6)
I just beat the case
The judge said it's self defense
(Self defense)
First day out the cell
Now I'm back on the block
(I'm back on the block)
Called lil' Jarvo up
"Where the fuck you put my Glock?"
(Where my Glock?)
Now I'm in the studio recordin'
And I'm hot
(And I'm hot)
And the story ain't over, part 2
It's a plot
(It's a plot, Comin' soon)

It's comin' soon
(Simo Fre just killed this)