Run These Streets by Hypo Lyrics
[Intro: Popcaan & Hypo]
The Beat Boss
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Wah
Uh huh uh eh uh uh
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Wah
Woii yoii
Yow Hypo
Cee rock 'em
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
It's on me now
Hoii
Trust you
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Yeah
Big Hypes!
[Verse 1: Hypo]
Stepped in the dance with my Larex
I'm tryna blow all my P's tonight
Keep a couple kitties and a lot of straps (Yenow)
So yuh know wi nah come fi fist fight (Cho)
How much is the jewels and the swag (Yenow)
She know the ting different, please dont do me like that
Rolling with a few duffel bags
So gyal with me everything iii
[Verse 2: Popcaan]
Aye gyal seh fi, give up di sumn weh yuh holdin it fah
Come lemme bless yuh wid a pretty daughter yea
Yuh belly fat up like it full wid water
Yuh rich already, money mi nuh Shotta
VVS diamond, kicking up wi sipping up
Thick body gyal inna di club and dem just cockin up
Dem see di Hypes, dem see Poppy dem just cyan get enough
Bwoy, cyan violate becau' di MAC-y and di TEC-y nuff
Tight pussy gyal deh pon di line, deh pon mi mind
Maserati guh pick har up when she a fly
Bwoy diss Wayne, blood ah run like iodine
Hypo full you ah dollar coin
Hmmm
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Real OGs, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
[Verse 3: Hypo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real OGs you know we run these streets
Diss Popskull you know di gun gon' beat
You know mi skull hot, cause me grow inna di streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And all my niggas pack tools
And rock no [?]
All my diamonds VVS, [?]
And all my bitches be bad, unless they come with the bag
I don't why all my exes mad
All I know if I wanted everyone, I get all of them back
Every time I get a new thing, I get all of them mad
It's just how the game goes
We ain't repeating the same hoes
Guess 'cause I'm fresh, got 'em watching every step
[?] on hella gang shit
Rolling with the [?]
[?] with the rifle where look like broomstick
[?]
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Real OG, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
Anything we do, di pretty gyal dem see it
Bwoy diss Toxic and lose him teet'
Real OGs, wi run these streets (Woii yoii)
Real OGs, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
Anything we do, di pretty gyal dem see it
Bwoy diss Hypo and lose him teet'
Real OGs, wi run these streets (Woii yoii! Wicked)
The Beat Boss
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Wah
Uh huh uh eh uh uh
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Wah
Woii yoii
Yow Hypo
Cee rock 'em
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
It's on me now
Hoii
Trust you
Aye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
Yeah
Big Hypes!
[Verse 1: Hypo]
Stepped in the dance with my Larex
I'm tryna blow all my P's tonight
Keep a couple kitties and a lot of straps (Yenow)
So yuh know wi nah come fi fist fight (Cho)
How much is the jewels and the swag (Yenow)
She know the ting different, please dont do me like that
Rolling with a few duffel bags
So gyal with me everything iii
[Verse 2: Popcaan]
Aye gyal seh fi, give up di sumn weh yuh holdin it fah
Come lemme bless yuh wid a pretty daughter yea
Yuh belly fat up like it full wid water
Yuh rich already, money mi nuh Shotta
VVS diamond, kicking up wi sipping up
Thick body gyal inna di club and dem just cockin up
Dem see di Hypes, dem see Poppy dem just cyan get enough
Bwoy, cyan violate becau' di MAC-y and di TEC-y nuff
Tight pussy gyal deh pon di line, deh pon mi mind
Maserati guh pick har up when she a fly
Bwoy diss Wayne, blood ah run like iodine
Hypo full you ah dollar coin
Hmmm
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Real OGs, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
[Verse 3: Hypo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real OGs you know we run these streets
Diss Popskull you know di gun gon' beat
You know mi skull hot, cause me grow inna di streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And all my niggas pack tools
And rock no [?]
All my diamonds VVS, [?]
And all my bitches be bad, unless they come with the bag
I don't why all my exes mad
All I know if I wanted everyone, I get all of them back
Every time I get a new thing, I get all of them mad
It's just how the game goes
We ain't repeating the same hoes
Guess 'cause I'm fresh, got 'em watching every step
[?] on hella gang shit
Rolling with the [?]
[?] with the rifle where look like broomstick
[?]
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Real OG, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
Anything we do, di pretty gyal dem see it
Bwoy diss Toxic and lose him teet'
Real OGs, wi run these streets (Woii yoii)
Real OGs, wi run these streets, run these streets (Hmm)
Bwoy violate and di gun dem beat, gun dem beat
Anything we do, di pretty gyal dem see it
Bwoy diss Hypo and lose him teet'
Real OGs, wi run these streets (Woii yoii! Wicked)