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letra de run up with my bruvs - bool god

[verse 1: jbossup]
come through with that chopper, that machete
i’m the butcher, yeah
nikes on my feet, i want another
so i took a pair
your b-tch on my line, she claim she love me
n-gga, do i care?
take another hit, it fade to black
i’m smoking heavy yeah
hunting in the jungle for these n-ggas
call it metal gear
try to run up on me, get the devil
then i reappear
claim you ain’t a p-ssy, stop the cappin’
i can see the fear
i be riding solo on my lonely
yeah, my path is clear

[verse 2: bool god]
call me the four, i feel fantastic
smokin on k!ll, that straight boombastic
run up on me you know its action
run up on me my rifle blastin
b-tch i’m a k!ller, i hang with gorillas
run up we gone spill ya, get smoked like a chillum
my gun it go rat-tat, run up on me, we shoot ’em like baghdad uppin my pole b-tch you better move back back
caught you i had your location on snapchat
drop you like you on probation get wacked wacked
b-tch i’m insane, shout out to death of dane
thirty shots in yo’ brain, break her back like i’m bane
lil’ b-tch, we not the same, my mind slightly deranged
kick yo’ sh-t johnny cage, my d-ck in her ribcage
i’m hot like the sun up, get shot you get done up
shoot four times like stunna i’m drippin’ like gunna
i pull on ya’ block with my heat like the summer
you’d think we a band cuz my shooters are drummer
i keep me a pipe and my crack out like plumber
you ain’t gettin’ money, well, that is a bummer
i hang with the migos, i hang with the runners
if i get caught not a word, i just shut up
[verse 3: caelix]
they called in caelix and now they all running
no payment for bail, so try not to f-ck it
picking a branch, picking the target
we run in, hands up, give us the market
this gon’ be passover, blood from you on the door
how can they even deny i’m a criminal
hope no one’s saying sh-t, bend you like paperclip
hand me the bill, brother, i will just pay for it
i cannot f-ck with a nerd
bro gon’ pull up with the burner
i yell it’s f-ck what you heard
they screaming murder murder
hop on the track and i’m seeing the screwface
tying the ends because we need no loose case
whip out the gadget, yes, something like gru makes
see me in public, b-tch, you gon’ take two takes

- bool god

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