Tish Hyman, V-Nasty, Andy Milonakis - Running from the Cops lyrics
[Tish Hyman, V-Nasty, Andy Milonakis - Running from the Cops lyrics]
Money is the motivation, I be laughing
Cashing while you be hating
My whole path is on constant elevation
While you ain't half of the half of
The niggas that you came with, 25%
I wouldn't pay 25¢ to hear you spit I'd
Rather listen to my mama have sex
You're too meek, and I pray you're not weak
First bitch too funny
Be my dinner of the week
Posting pics on Instagram, instant damage
Eating beets like I'm famished damn right
I'm fucking with a freak if she's Spanish
Still getting money with the niggas
That I ran with
Back when that white stuff in
My pocket wasn't no aspirin
You want to get your ass kicked?
Fuck with this black bitch
Andy Milonakis, V Nasty, aw shit
Y'all niggas really don't know
What you started
When I was just a kid, I used
To run from the cops, cops, cops
And I never stopped, stopped, stopped
Running from the cops, cops, cops
Oh, my mama said don't you
Hang with them thugs, thugs, thugs
But, I like to do drugs, drugs, drugs
Make rhymes and get drunk, drunk, drunk
I don't stutter when I spit
But I'm from the gut of hotness
Andy Milonakis, holding ya hostage
My best ain't dirty they came from the street
V Nasty rolled through in the off-cream Jeep
And Tish be rolling back-to back
She think I'm real fly when I'm acting black
But, I ain't acting like a fact in Tinactin
Make a pussy do a backspin
No I ain't no has-been
The husbands sure love me, the night
You lying
Fuck with my family, you damn sure dying
That's not a funny rapper
I said it cause I meant it
It's Andy Milonakis your rap name's rented
I'm realer than your
College philosophy teacher
I'm in the club with Kanye he
Paid me for a feature
60 raps, 60 stacks, 60 bams
I woke up this morning
Stressed about a lot of shit
My mess up with money
So you know that's what I got to get
Go is where I'm running to
Got to get a lot of it
If you've got more than me
It's a test that I be poppin' shit
Drop your shit, lock your shit
Slow down if you're talkin' shit
If you need a good connect
Me and you is talkin' bricks
Yeah, I hit a lot of licks I'm
Trying to be done with it
You playing with my money
So I hope you're having fun with it
Staying with my 40
I bet it be a drummer then
I'm pimping on these bitches
Just know I like come with it
Fuck the fist, got a center of investigation
More and beaker to come on
I can't be patient can't keep waiting
I'm about to start tripping
Came to my mama's house
They all started dripping
I'm not wasting time unless it's about profit
Bitch, I'm getting high, me, Tish
And Milonakis
Cashing while you be hating
My whole path is on constant elevation
While you ain't half of the half of
The niggas that you came with, 25%
I wouldn't pay 25¢ to hear you spit I'd
Rather listen to my mama have sex
You're too meek, and I pray you're not weak
First bitch too funny
Be my dinner of the week
Posting pics on Instagram, instant damage
Eating beets like I'm famished damn right
I'm fucking with a freak if she's Spanish
Still getting money with the niggas
That I ran with
Back when that white stuff in
My pocket wasn't no aspirin
You want to get your ass kicked?
Fuck with this black bitch
Andy Milonakis, V Nasty, aw shit
Y'all niggas really don't know
What you started
When I was just a kid, I used
To run from the cops, cops, cops
And I never stopped, stopped, stopped
Running from the cops, cops, cops
Oh, my mama said don't you
Hang with them thugs, thugs, thugs
But, I like to do drugs, drugs, drugs
Make rhymes and get drunk, drunk, drunk
I don't stutter when I spit
But I'm from the gut of hotness
Andy Milonakis, holding ya hostage
My best ain't dirty they came from the street
V Nasty rolled through in the off-cream Jeep
And Tish be rolling back-to back
She think I'm real fly when I'm acting black
But, I ain't acting like a fact in Tinactin
Make a pussy do a backspin
No I ain't no has-been
The husbands sure love me, the night
You lying
Fuck with my family, you damn sure dying
That's not a funny rapper
I said it cause I meant it
It's Andy Milonakis your rap name's rented
I'm realer than your
College philosophy teacher
I'm in the club with Kanye he
Paid me for a feature
60 raps, 60 stacks, 60 bams
I woke up this morning
Stressed about a lot of shit
My mess up with money
So you know that's what I got to get
Go is where I'm running to
Got to get a lot of it
If you've got more than me
It's a test that I be poppin' shit
Drop your shit, lock your shit
Slow down if you're talkin' shit
If you need a good connect
Me and you is talkin' bricks
Yeah, I hit a lot of licks I'm
Trying to be done with it
You playing with my money
So I hope you're having fun with it
Staying with my 40
I bet it be a drummer then
I'm pimping on these bitches
Just know I like come with it
Fuck the fist, got a center of investigation
More and beaker to come on
I can't be patient can't keep waiting
I'm about to start tripping
Came to my mama's house
They all started dripping
I'm not wasting time unless it's about profit
Bitch, I'm getting high, me, Tish
And Milonakis