Ant Banks - Doncha Runaway lyrics

(Verse 1): Now don't you run away from my Glock You can't dodge 17 muthaf**in' shots Could somebody pa** me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a n***a Shiiit I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC Nappy head a** muthaf**as wearin' plats Kickin' back like a muthaf**a slangin' s** Ready to peel a n***a cap if they got the nap So if you're funkin' with the FAC Better to stay strapped Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat n***a, and you be feelin' kinda f**ed up When your homie dropped, it's simple You can't run away from my Glock (Chorus): 2x Doncha runaway From my Nine There's no place to hide I'm gonna get you by and by (Verse 2): Spiggedy One kickin' dat a** with some lay back sh** The trigga-happy n***a, I figure n***as won't wanna step to me If they know I'll be bustin' caps I roll straps n***as take naps Cause I don't be f**in' around When it comes to bustin' that steel I'm too real, n***as feeel me When I kick this gangsta a** sh** that you never heard But f** what you've heard I smokes n***as like Herb Put your a** smooth on ice So n***a don't be 2 proud to beg For your muthaf**in' life Cause Nine Kelly I'mma make 'em stutter Make 'em drop, n***a You can't run away from my Glock (Chorus): 2x (Verse 3): Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine Bailin' out peace to my muthaf**in' Nine Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they a** Givin' a f** about what the next n***a done up in the past n***a, I like to let a n***a have a bloody body Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate Just a big fat Gat for them s**as I ain't scared to you muthaf**as Shiiit, and n***a that's how it be "rollin' with my muthaf**in' strap on the side of me" So don't come at me with that sh** 'Bout you gon gaffle me up I co*k your cranium like the muthaf**in' [?], n***a So keep your hand on your pistol grip Bullets whistlin' and sh** Feel like a f**in' missle when they hit And I advice you to stay on the lurk Cause if you funkin' with my n***as You gon put in some work, n***a (Chorus): 2x (Outro): Yeah n***a You knew you couldn't f** wid this G Would you wanna step to me Fault, ho, haha Spiggedy One whippin' on that a** Ant Banks in the muthaf**in' house My n***a Omar My n***a knocced out muthaf**a drunk and sh** This n***a Jamar lay down the muthaf**in' studio Drunk in tha muthaf**a You know what I'm sayin' But you know one thing Everybody in this muthaf**a's strapped You know what I'm sayin' And nobody comin' up short So don't try to run away from my Glock Can't dodge 17 muthaf**in' shots 187 thousand G