Foolio - Run Down lyrics

Hunnid plus hunnid, five plus twenty
'Member touched my first quarter million
Rest up Nips, sixty times sixty
I ain’t been dead broke in a minute, nigga
On gang (What's the word, C4?)
Y'know, money bring power
(6) Power bring ammunition (Wop, what
It is, nigga?) , ammunition bring gun smoke
You niggas know what the fuck goin’ on
(From Duval to the O, from the O to Duval)

White 1s, chrome heart, all blue hunnids (6)
Fentanyl stepper, dog food for the junkies
(Ralo, Yah) stolen car slidin'
They ain't even see me comin'
(skrt, Come on)
Pass the Glock to Wop, brrrrrah
He get to dumpin' (Yah)

Come on, white, chrome heart
Pink fifty, blue hunnid, yah
(Comе on) never duckin' smoke
Mе and my niggas be ready to run it
(Yahh, come on) i'm with the mafia
The mafia bring coffins out
(Come on, come on)
We stand on murder business
You know what we talkin' ’bout
(Aye, yah yah)

Bend a nigga block, all black truck (R-r-rah)
Hunnid sum shots, nigga better duck
Peroxide, I stay in the cut (6)
Headshot gang, nigga, that’s us (R-r-rah)
Snuck my 32 in the club
Uh, light his block up, bulb
(R-r rah) baguette chain cost a 30 piece
And my Cartier cost a dub (20)

Niggas be trippin', dissin’
Better not put my name inside they rap
(Name inside they rap)
That'll be the quickest way to get
A nigga turned into a pack
(Turned into a pack)
They say I'm trippin'
I done brought my blicky all up in the club
(All inside the club)
I think my money finger be itchin’
I just counted me a dub (I just see a dub)

Niggas be trippin', speakin' on me (Ha)
Bustdown Cuban match my teeth (Bust)
Got a new Jwet, I'm so glee (Jwet)
Niggas get shot
(Glee) , dissin' on me (Glee)
Niggas be trippin', cuffin' these hoes (6)
Dub on his head, book him for a show (Damn)
Duval County way to the O (6)
Shooters on shooters
(O) , they be on go (Yeah)

Hunnid plus hunnid, five plus twenty
'Member touched my first quarter million
Rest up Nips, sixty times sixty
I ain't been dead broke in a minute
(I was up 6 figures by 20, heh)
(diss on Dre block, we spinnin', gang)

Yeah, my young nigga, he run down
When he run down on aim (He run down on aim)
You gon' lose ya life the day you
Think 'bout touchin' one of these chains
(You think 'bout touchin' one
Of these chains)
Imma karate kick these VVs 'round my neck
Them bitches kickin'
(Yeah, them bitches kickin')
I can't play the police game
Put no rapper in my mentions
(Put no rapper in my mentions)
These niggas be bitches for real
Some of my niggas be itchin' for kills
(Come on, come on)
Some of my niggas be itchin' on pills
Had rank before the deal (Yah, come on)
At night, can't watch me cook up
(Come on, come on)
On the road doin' shows, I'm booked up
(Come on, come on)
Free my dawg off the road, doin' pushups
(Yah) on fam, I ain't throwin' no hood up
(Come on, come on)