Run it Freestyle by BLIINKII Lyrics

Me and the team, we getting paper, watch is on froze you know how this goes pulled up and we finna show, finna buck yo ass on the floor just wait till I glo, ain't got time so imma fuck on yo hoe ak47 in her throat pulled up and I ain't finna gloat ain't about that gun shit, but you know I run shit, we just wanna make hits she talking extended clips, I'm sipping on this tea, I'm really tryna do me, but haters in my path won't stop, till I get diamonds and the checks, like what move should I move next it really ain't like chess, put a dart in your chest, yo girl a waitress I already told her to clean the mess.fake people only here for the pleasure, cuz they wanna see if the money long so they measure, ion got time to catch a case, hit that bih in her face, you already know we in her place I'm a walking licc, they hit me up for a stack, I tell them I ain't got no stack, three weeks later she still hit me back . gold all over me, you can't touch me don't even thinking about nudging me, the budget just raised, give a about you I just get paid , she want a deal, she only want me to stay cuz she gets a full meal. Ice dancing all over me, I told them to stop, I'll pull up to your block she know I hang with Glock but I can't wait to shoot it up . spoil alert, I broke yo heart before you broke mine , now he hitting up my line , you must be blind, he calling me at nine.I ain't got time for these niggas lying left to right, how you making money at night, she lowkey a stripper, Fuck you & yo nigga, I'm like who shall I point the gun at and pull the trigger Bliinkii rock the heat, give af where we meet, you talking about the streets, while gucci on my feet, imma iron yo ass out make it neat . Ain't about that gun shit, but you know I run shit, ain't about that gun shit but we run shit we just wanna make hits, we just wanna make hits . Ain't about that gun shit boy
Bliinkii gang shit nigga, gang shit nigga. Pull up the draco, nigga why you lame you a lame hoe, bitch you ain't from clayco. bitch I'm already posted up with the Glock. money, money dripping on me like it's rain give a fuck yo bitch give me brain, (yah) she give me brain. Make a nigga go insane now, run up on yo ass like a train now , (pow) (pew pew) ain't about that gun shit but you know I run shit, ain't about that gun shit but you know I run shit. Ain't about that gun shit but you know I run shit