letra de run - dcth4g
[intro]
trap-a-holics, b-tch
[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m-th-f-ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m-th-f-ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n-ggas? these n-ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n-gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n-gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n-gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b-tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n-gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m-ffin
really bout business, my n-ggas don’t do runnin, b-tch
[verse 1]
yeah, my n-ggas don’t really do runnin
that glock in the back, gon’ gun him
that n-gga my son, i son him
that n-gga my son, i son that boy
glock in the back, i gun that boy
big-ass bl!ck, ain’t no toy
b-tch, i’m rich, yeah, you mad
i got all this money, n-gga, know i gotta f-ckin’ spaz
b-tch, bass in the whip, that’s sh-t jumpin
that glock in the back, hit that boy in the stomach
my n-ggas the ones, you n-ggas ain’t nothin
you ran out of funds, lil’ b-tch, you broke
that glock in the back, finna laugh like a joke
got the glock in thе back, hit his ass in the throat
got the glock in the back, and it’s catchin’ a stain for mе
got a big-ass choppa, it’s makin’ it rain for me
n-gga wanna play, think it’s sweet, but it ain’t funny
b-tch on the d-ck, finna hop like a dang bunny
n-ggas be mad, cause they broke and they can’t run it
shootin’ that sh-t, if the motherf-ckin’ lames come in
glock finna flash, like a bolt, no usain comin
just like usain, yeah, you f-ck n-ggas stay runnin, b-tch
[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m-th-f-ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m-th-f-ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n-ggas? these n-ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n-gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n-gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n-gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b-tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n-gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m-ffin
really bout business, my n-ggas don’t do runnin, b-tch
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