Runnin From Da Cops by Lord Hex Lyrics
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[Chorus]
Runnin from da cops
I don't run from no opps (Nah)
Can’t chase a thot, I'm too loyal to guap (Bands)
I'm the type of nigga to go paint on yo’ block
You would cross me out but you won't catch a spot
Pussy Nigga
That's a fact (Big facts)
You can't run the ones you need homies for that (True)
I been bout' my shit
I been had a strap
I been had the hollows to clap at your ass (GRAA)
[Verse]
Swerve the coupe in the lot I dodge 12 (Dodge 12)
I'm too busy with bands don't got time for a cell
Well, drag my body to hell
I'll die in these streets before I die in a cell (Bitch)
Got a sawed off packed with them shotgun shells (Pa pa!)
Need some big blue racks for the Gucci belt (Ching!)
We’ll crunch your ass out like a taco shell (Crack crack)
And my pack so loud you get high from the smell (Gas)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis, Trues (HA)
Rubies, Diamonds, Pearls and Jewels (Damn)
Molly, X, Acid and Shrooms (What)
Pint of Wok for my double cup fool
Belt on my waist hold my tool (Gang)
Fuck that fade let’s pistol duel (Bitch)
You a half ass nigga like a goddamn mule
Bring the beat back to life like I'm Ra’s al Ghul
Batman shit when I ride through the night
Got your bitch in the crib and she's spending the night
Ima give her good pipe and then hit her with the sike (Sike)
Get the fuck out my pad find your own damn ride (Bye)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I beat on yo pussy like my name Bam Bam
You a funny ass nigga like a jack ass bam
You a dumb ass nigga like a jack ass man
Ouu
Cop it, seal it, flip it, count it
Bomb ass kush we can sell your ass ounces
Stack up the bread like the Lego block mountains
Pussy so bomb I lick it then I pound it
Cash, I need cash
She make that ass bounce clap, clap, clap
Ima beat your cheeks smack, smack, smack
She gon' eat this meat gag, gag, gag
[Chorus]
Runnin from da cops
I don't run from no opps (Nah)
Can’t chase a thot, I'm too loyal to guap (Bands)
I'm the type of nigga to go paint on yo' block
You would cross me out but you won't catch a spot
Pussy Nigga
That's a fact (Big facts)
You can't run the ones you need homies for that (True)
I been bout' my shit
I been had a strap
I been had the hollows to clap at your ass (GRAA)
[Chorus]
Runnin from da cops
I don't run from no opps (Nah)
Can’t chase a thot, I'm too loyal to guap (Bands)
I'm the type of nigga to go paint on yo’ block
You would cross me out but you won't catch a spot
Pussy Nigga
That's a fact (Big facts)
You can't run the ones you need homies for that (True)
I been bout' my shit
I been had a strap
I been had the hollows to clap at your ass (GRAA)
[Verse]
Swerve the coupe in the lot I dodge 12 (Dodge 12)
I'm too busy with bands don't got time for a cell
Well, drag my body to hell
I'll die in these streets before I die in a cell (Bitch)
Got a sawed off packed with them shotgun shells (Pa pa!)
Need some big blue racks for the Gucci belt (Ching!)
We’ll crunch your ass out like a taco shell (Crack crack)
And my pack so loud you get high from the smell (Gas)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis, Trues (HA)
Rubies, Diamonds, Pearls and Jewels (Damn)
Molly, X, Acid and Shrooms (What)
Pint of Wok for my double cup fool
Belt on my waist hold my tool (Gang)
Fuck that fade let’s pistol duel (Bitch)
You a half ass nigga like a goddamn mule
Bring the beat back to life like I'm Ra’s al Ghul
Batman shit when I ride through the night
Got your bitch in the crib and she's spending the night
Ima give her good pipe and then hit her with the sike (Sike)
Get the fuck out my pad find your own damn ride (Bye)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I beat on yo pussy like my name Bam Bam
You a funny ass nigga like a jack ass bam
You a dumb ass nigga like a jack ass man
Ouu
Cop it, seal it, flip it, count it
Bomb ass kush we can sell your ass ounces
Stack up the bread like the Lego block mountains
Pussy so bomb I lick it then I pound it
Cash, I need cash
She make that ass bounce clap, clap, clap
Ima beat your cheeks smack, smack, smack
She gon' eat this meat gag, gag, gag
[Chorus]
Runnin from da cops
I don't run from no opps (Nah)
Can’t chase a thot, I'm too loyal to guap (Bands)
I'm the type of nigga to go paint on yo' block
You would cross me out but you won't catch a spot
Pussy Nigga
That's a fact (Big facts)
You can't run the ones you need homies for that (True)
I been bout' my shit
I been had a strap
I been had the hollows to clap at your ass (GRAA)