Giggs, Ghetts - RUN ME DOWN lyrics

Yeah, turn it up in the headphones
Who's messing with my mic?
Has someone binit? Course no one’s binit

Yeah, the bricks on the ship goes up and down
That bitch on my dick goes up and down
Better stick to the script
'til we comin' ’round
Gonna rain on your bricks
And it's comin' down
It's a hit, it's a hit, got the summer sound
Got the game in a grip
Got 'em runnin' 'round
Got my name on your lips and me comin’ ’round
Never came with no tricks
Had to dumb it down
But I came with a bitch and a bummy pound
And the mandem were bitch and
They bogged me down
But my chick's lookin’ sick in a yummy gown
Put her hands in my jeans
And she shove it down
Little shoobs, little shoobs
Little club in town
Got the goons in the place
With the chubby rounds
Best stand over there, yeah them muggy bounds
Niggas jump out the pram
Make the buggy bounce (Jheez)
Got a dozen down big Bad doesn't doubt (Nah)
Doesn't shout that doesn't count
Got your hands in the air
Put ’em fuckin' down
Gonna end up in lost and the fuckin' found
Got her hands in my face, yeah
She's lovin' brown i'm the man in the place
That they're runnin' down (Jheez)

Run me down run me down (yeah, yeah)
Run me down okay, rub me down (yeah, yeah)
Run me down run me down
Run me down okay, rub me down
Got the big CEO's and the taggies down
Did a show, sponsored clothes
Put the shottas down
Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
Yeah I fucked on the road
Nigga caught it down run me down
Run me down run me down
Okay, rub me down

Buff (Buff) , that's gettin' bust (Gettin' bust)
That's gettin' beat up (Beat up)
That's gettin' rushed (yeah, yeah)
Game in my hand (In my hand)
That's gettin' crushed clean up the mess
Dust pan and brush

Creep from the riddim like I'm venomous
Backyard full of skeletons nickname Sheldon
I already told you on Shellington
Dem man are soft, you know handle with care
Delicate us man are armed
I swing off the chandelier
And drop everything
Let's play a game called who da fucks madder
Knife work doin' up bladders
Right turn, too many cameras
Turn back, hidin' my face
Like I'm movin' embarrassed
That's how I maneuver with daggers
Takin' stripes and numerous badges
My niggas so mental
I don't know if they're stupid or savage
Bikes, I got a few in the garage
We'll ride on whoever's bangin'
Night king, I take the juice out the dragon
Might swing, and make a human a cabbage
Night wing, I'm like who wid' is active
It's G-H, I'm coming from the East Side
Old school Green gate, runnin' in my Levis
'Round here brethren nothin' at the seaside
Man gets stuck up and deep fried
With both gloves off, I punch up a beeline
Fuck it up and then rewind
Double clutch and look behind
Summer's up but I keep fires
Somethin' tucked like I'm Eli

Run me down run me down
Run me down okay, rub me down
Run me down run me down
Run me down okay, rub me down
Got the big CEO's and the taggies down
Did a show, sponsored clothes
Put the shottas down
Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
Yeah I fucked on the road
Nigga caught it down run me down
Run me down run me down
Okay, rub me down