NY Bangers - Don't Run (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Casanova] n***as trying to catch me in the drop n***as trying to book me for my watch Ya ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) n***as trying to catch me in the drop n***as trying to book me for my watch Ya ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) [Post-Hook: Casanova] f** boy don't run (where you going) f** boy don't run (my watch still on me) f** boy don't run (where you going) You ain't know I had the gun f** boy don't run (where you going) f** boy don't run (my watch still on me) f** boy don't run (where you going) You ain't know I had the gun [Verse 1: Young M.A] B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N It's Brooklyn back at it again If it's an issue, then we handle that Me and my gun stick together like candle wax No face no case tie the bandana back n***as blam at me f** it I'm blamming back Hit the grip with extended clip then a n***a flinch You showing off let the 40 boom tomato sauce Those is foreigns n***a take em off n***a take em off I want that watch I want that chain too Thank that be all I be mobbing with a bunch of gs yup its red life High speed dippin on the d's running red lights Hop out run in the building f**ing up a pair of Nikes No paradise, I'm in the hood like a pair of dice [Verse 2: Fabolous] Y'all know what this is nobody move nobody get hurt Brooklyn forever Just keep your hands where I can see them We here now don't run We gonna do this nice and smooth Two times the family ha They like damn boy you moving different (facts) Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business (heard you) Nah dog I just gotta prove em different (sh** different) But still packing like I'm in the moving business (boom boom boom) Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different Ya boy still whipping like he in this movie business Got the Jamba Juice right here in the bomber goose n***as tight with me because they baby mama loose Hold up You f** boys ain't get it She got with a real one Now f** boys can't hit it We out here making moves stuck boys ain't with it When the fam pop out you f** boys ain't litty (huh?) I had to call cas like bro what up bro I heard n***as wanna book me for my watch (n***as plotting?) He said nah it's a Phillippe for a show Them n***as wanna book you for a watch I guess time is money If being broke is a joke you never find us funny I'm on a thousy sh** that you on is lousy So ya shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey [Hook: Casanova] n***as trying to catch me in the drop n***as trying to book me for my watch Ya ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) n***as trying to catch me in the drop n***as trying to book me for my watch Ya ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) [Post-Hook: Casanova] f** boy don't run (where you going) f** boy don't run (my watch still on me) f** boy don't run (where you going) You ain't know I had the gun f** boy don't run (where you going) f** boy don't run (my watch still on me) f** boy don't run (where you going) You ain't know I had the gun [Verse 3: Dave East] Cas You ain't know I had the sig on me I could give a f** about your big homie Jumpin out that foreign got your b**h on me In all white looking like I bust a brick open You Frank Ocean n***as singing to men The bouncer know how we rocking so we bringing them in Nuts have that juice around got me leaning again If I say them n***as is ops you'll never see me with them I book n***as n***as book me that's gangsta I been cut Homie tried to book me with a razor Crippin in the Jeep I'm like Tookie with the Wrangler Tonight I ain't dancing its hard to boogie with the banger, danger [Verse 4: Don Q] Yeah Yeah Don b**h Cas I got you my n***a n***as try to book me for my watch Me and boogie in the drop got my hoody and the Glock Couple years back we was cooking cookies in the pot I had a 30 try 10 I was a rookie in the spot Fast forward to now I'm the n***a the hoes chose Bartenders and pole hoes giving me low blows Now we whipping the Rolls slow maybe the Porsche gold Cuban is rose gold dollar fonta with four o's Studied the game tapes you the king I remain ace I done ate dinner shaved crack on the same plate Sparks still it hit how a car feel I hit your car wheel but I make it cartwheel til the tarp peel School of hardknocks I got knocks selling hard crills Lyrical operated I ain't taking the narcs deal n***as gonna try to throw dirt if they want But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month (what) Don [Verse 5: Casanova] You know where the Nets play Out in Brooklyn shooting n***as in broad day Running off on the plug n***a that's no way Out in Brooklyn getting brick from the oyay It's 2 times, comma that Brooklyn bring that money back Tried to catch me slipping in Lust Left with a hundred pack Shooters like a quarterback Money long I ordered that You should never thought of that Now you can't get your daughter back