[Talking]
Aight bro look
When we get over there man
Don't be rollin' my window down or nothin' man nah
I ain't shootin' out the window this time
f** that
When we get over there
Pull over, park n***a
I'm gon' hop out
And I'm gon' run down on these n***as
[Hook]
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a
[Verse 1]
My money comin' in fast
I got yo' b**h comin' faster
You think she love you
She don't
I am the man if you ask her
I tell my n***a to park
Hop out the whip
And I'm blastin'
n***as ain't k**ers they know it
So why they be talkin' like that for
Hit 'em in his ribs
He get his dab on
Soon as they see me
Like there go that dag on Jiggz
You might as well get to runnin' now
If a n***a run
Then I'ma run 'em down
R.I.P 'em
Yeah I bet they don't want it now
All my n***as shooters
And everyone about
That life
Nighttime
And we shoot when the sun is out
That's right
Broad daylight
n***as will gun 'em down
On site
I pull out and get to squeezin'
Put 'em in a paper
Put 'em on tv
Runnin' down on 'em
Make it look easy
Said we wasn't gonna shoot sh**
Then we made 'em believe us
.40 cal my obsession
These hollow tips make a mess and
Three head shots send a message
Two guns
Shoot 'em with no effort
One dead a** n***a
Left 'em
Nowadays everybody tellin'
(???)
You want a body well where is the effort?
[Hook]
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a
[Verse 2]
I love my hammer
Yea that's my b**h
She like it rough
Chokin' the handle on the fifth
Makin' her bust
Bullets flyin' quick
They in a rush
These n***as is sus
And they ain't on none
Germs with me
Yea they in the cut
Bring up my n***as
We bringin' guns
We shootin' sh** up
And y'all shoot ya sh** up
Yea
You n***as tryna body a bird
I catch a body and swerve
I get some top from your bird
Then she give me the drop
Yea that's perfect
These n***as is p**y
They pretend
They tough on the net
Not in person
You hustlin'?
I need a percent
I catch me a lick
Man that's profit
Yea
Profit n***a
Yea they know my gun go off
They call me poppa n***a
Y'all don't want no problems with us
Big ol' .40 on my hip
And I stuff hollows in it
They won't see you tomorrow n***a
All them pictures with them guns
You must be borrowin' 'em
'Cause you ain't never got it on
Always runnin', hidin', duckin'
Bahhh
Got 'em gone
All of my n***as a force yea
Shootin' sh** like Morv yea
Your deuce-deuce don't mean no harm yea
.40 cal like a bomb yea
Fold a n***a like a omelette
Leave 'em stinkin' like a armpit
They talk to cops and they be honest
When I shoot I don't miss
I get up on him
[Hook]
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
Run down on 'em
Run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a
No more drivebys
We gon' run down on 'em
No more drivebys
We just run down n***a