jonoftf, Slump6s, tana - RUN lyrics
Steven Lewis
[jonoftf, Slump6s, tana - RUN lyrics]
GloryTee
Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?
Run, wait (yeah) run, wait (yeah)
Hold up, wait run, wait (Buh buh-buh)
We killin' niggas for fun, huh
We killin' niggas, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' niggas, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his ass 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
I need my bag and I need it right now
And I need my bag 'cause it's urgent, huh
And I want your shawty, she flirtin', huh
And I'm not tryna buy you no Birkin, huh
Socially-anti as fuck, huh
Finna push off in that (Huh)
Finna pull off in that truck
And we gon' kill her
'cause we don't give a fuck
Fuck, I spilt the lean on my Ricks
Fuck, then I hit the mall with yo bitch
Fuck, and you know I carry that stick
And I'm not tryna dodge
Tryna ball with my clique
Fuck, hol' on, again fuck, one more time
Hol' on, wait fuck, okay
Fuck it, I copped me some (N) ine
I been goin' up, now it's my time to shine
I'm dunkin' on niggas
Just likе Steph in his prime
1500 the gang, that's my brothеrs, my slimes
I got these racks, bitch
I don't waste no more time
We gon' get that boy gone in six seconds
Vine
You niggas said that you don't like me, fine
That nigga so goofy, a clown, a mime
That nigga keep stealin' my sound
Am I wrong?
Finna carry that nigga, ain't talkin' a ride
Swervin' two bands in that coupe
I'm with my dogs, just like Snoop
Bitch, we top three, but I'm not three or two
It's beef with the fake
'cause these niggas be food
I wanted the money, I'm countin' these blues
These 762's gonna check with your crew
Rick Owens, not Martins'
Not talkin' bout boots
Finna make this shit jump
Like a lil’ kangaroo (Man, what the fuck)
Ha, bitch a big baller
Don't know how to hoop why do you got a gun
You don't know how to shoot
And my ship All-American
Hop out of the coupe
Got a Glock on my side, but a fuck nigga
(Huh)
Not in the Klan, but I slide with a hood
Know he tryna be me, man
He wish that he could
He tryna run up on me, but he couldn't
Call me Lumberjacket 'cause I
Wish that he would
Hood down, she givin' top in the Wraith
But I bet now, I put a gun in his face
Whip the pen down, I make a hit every space
And he said that his shawty
Get wet like a pool
She in the crib, then she neck us too
And I got a big choppa, like a damn harpoon
He is a bot, like a damn R2
And your bitch in my phone
Couldn't wait on you
Run, wait (yeah) run, wait (yeah)
Hold up, wait run, wait (Buh buh-buh)
We killin' niggas for fun, huh
We killin' niggas, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' niggas, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his ass 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?
Run, wait (yeah) run, wait (yeah)
Hold up, wait run, wait (Buh buh-buh)
We killin' niggas for fun, huh
We killin' niggas, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' niggas, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his ass 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
I need my bag and I need it right now
And I need my bag 'cause it's urgent, huh
And I want your shawty, she flirtin', huh
And I'm not tryna buy you no Birkin, huh
Socially-anti as fuck, huh
Finna push off in that (Huh)
Finna pull off in that truck
And we gon' kill her
'cause we don't give a fuck
Fuck, I spilt the lean on my Ricks
Fuck, then I hit the mall with yo bitch
Fuck, and you know I carry that stick
And I'm not tryna dodge
Tryna ball with my clique
Fuck, hol' on, again fuck, one more time
Hol' on, wait fuck, okay
Fuck it, I copped me some (N) ine
I been goin' up, now it's my time to shine
I'm dunkin' on niggas
Just likе Steph in his prime
1500 the gang, that's my brothеrs, my slimes
I got these racks, bitch
I don't waste no more time
We gon' get that boy gone in six seconds
Vine
You niggas said that you don't like me, fine
That nigga so goofy, a clown, a mime
That nigga keep stealin' my sound
Am I wrong?
Finna carry that nigga, ain't talkin' a ride
Swervin' two bands in that coupe
I'm with my dogs, just like Snoop
Bitch, we top three, but I'm not three or two
It's beef with the fake
'cause these niggas be food
I wanted the money, I'm countin' these blues
These 762's gonna check with your crew
Rick Owens, not Martins'
Not talkin' bout boots
Finna make this shit jump
Like a lil’ kangaroo (Man, what the fuck)
Ha, bitch a big baller
Don't know how to hoop why do you got a gun
You don't know how to shoot
And my ship All-American
Hop out of the coupe
Got a Glock on my side, but a fuck nigga
(Huh)
Not in the Klan, but I slide with a hood
Know he tryna be me, man
He wish that he could
He tryna run up on me, but he couldn't
Call me Lumberjacket 'cause I
Wish that he would
Hood down, she givin' top in the Wraith
But I bet now, I put a gun in his face
Whip the pen down, I make a hit every space
And he said that his shawty
Get wet like a pool
She in the crib, then she neck us too
And I got a big choppa, like a damn harpoon
He is a bot, like a damn R2
And your bitch in my phone
Couldn't wait on you
Run, wait (yeah) run, wait (yeah)
Hold up, wait run, wait (Buh buh-buh)
We killin' niggas for fun, huh
We killin' niggas, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' niggas, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his ass 'cause he deserve it (Huh)