Pryde - Run Up In Your Spot lyrics

[Hook: Phone-EG] Run up in your spot (x3) Phone-EG come through and run up in your spot Run up in your spot (x3) Phone-EG come through and take what you got [Verse 1: Phone-EG] Run up in your spot, Taking what you got Glock make you stop, drop f**in' skate better make your jaw lock When I run up in your spot when I call cops stop better call SWAT [?] And you're lucky your doorway's wuom wuom (Why Phone-E? Why Phone-E? Why?) Cause I was tryna bring a gun in here that's bigger than a T-Rex pum pum Phone-E don't play that Swing a gun to Phone-E, Phone-EG gon' spray that Phone-E gun is like weed, Phone-E gun make you laid back If a man wanted beef yo a man could just say that Don't let the playback stop A man want to diss, leave his grandma distraught If you walk the walk, you better talk the talk Before Phone-E come through and run up in your spot [Hook] [Verse 2: Pryde] Yeah, real sh**, real sh** Melon mob gangsters Stay fruity MELONMOB (Trust meee) Whole squad mobbing' got a chopper in a pink shirt (Trust meee) Call my Glock Ernie when I shoot him and his b**h Bert (Trust meee) Burners gon' pop off like f** all you hoes My gun clean and clear cause it's under control Your bodys for here but your money's to go My gun put you in a tomb, tomb My gun's a dick, every hater is a pum pum My gun's like house music it go boom boom If you wanna run around and say my dick is woum woum When my gun speaks it sounds like Sean Paul Cause you can't understand it But you know what it's interpreting.. You're just like "f** this sh** is crazy.." Okay, alright f** that punchline Wastemans get wasted out Wastemans get taken out Not like we're dating you know I like women I really don't need to explain that now I got guns, I got goons I got forks, I got spoons And I'm bustin' at the lot, bustin' at the cops Not talking stepping on cows when I say I'm gonna run up in your spot There we go [Hook] [Verse 3: Phone-EG & (Pryde) ] Word on the block is a n***a been talking that sh** Bust up in the crib like it's mine put the barrel to his lips (Sister wakes up that's one to the hip Grandpa walks out make that f*ggot do the splits One f**ing bullet make his daddy do a flip Then his momma came out thats two to the tits) Bless.. Okay now no ones home But the neighbours must have heard cause they're ringing the phone Put my ear to the wall and the wall to the chrome Then I sprayed off six man I love [?] (Wait. This wasteman has a cat? I'm allergic to cats So I pulls out the strap ten claps to his back Man f** this wasteman) And his cat