Run It by Q1000 Lyrics
Yea
Woop Woop!
M1/ ScratchAddics Entertainment baby!!
Yea We Coming!
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Usain Bolt to the paper/no stopping till oceans my neighbor
Backwoods rolling with the papers
Only fuck hoes n*gga i dont save 'em
Couldn't reach a soul when i was caged in
He say the case is old he gave a statement
N*gga bases loaded you just say when
I'm hot dog not a stain on my shirt n*gga ketchup
Whole game in the dirt like a catcher
Dave Blaine with the work bring in extra
Watch the set up
Fuck a check up
1 thou around that n*gga next up
Snitching a problem now your bitch a target
Shot pregnant ya kid retarded...
Bang, bang!
How can i lose when i came here with nothing
Came with the shooter them n*ggas be buggin
Burn rats chinease food
Burn traps all kinda food
She curved fast she kinds rude
Judged by my past and my condom use its bout timing!!!
Not even jesus or an army can alarm me
Talking like chauncey
We calmy come strapped like car seat
Nevermind a mask f*ck a robbery
Mind on the cash n*gga honestly
Blowing through a bag
Im annoying on the Ave
Uber shooters blast dabbin from a cab
N*gga
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Need the rollie neck bust down
Axel foleys get bucked down
Couple homies on the touchdown
Its funny im wassup now
N*gga money is my one pal
I say fuck friends hate start when the love bends
Need a break job on the front end
Cause i"m speeding
To the money n*gga stay weeded
Couple junkie fiends that need it
OT running for the season
In love with the coco fiending
These n*ggas soso and i mean it
Chillin low pro on the beamers
Forty four for the schemers the bro 4 hoes n*gga we gon tag team 'em
Im no dreamer go getta
Im be scheming for cheddar
Outta neimans my sweater
They believing in better
I'm still swinging barettas
M1 down with whatever
Call in T fuck a check up
Reefer fucking my chest up
Nina sleep on the dresser
They be fiending to test ya
Yea im squeezin its pressure
Yea im squeezin it pressure
I'm da man with the sauce
I be rammin them hoes
Killa cayenned the porsche
Only move like a boss!!
Yea!!....
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Written By Q1000
M1 Records x ScratchAddics ENT (c)
Woop Woop!
M1/ ScratchAddics Entertainment baby!!
Yea We Coming!
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Usain Bolt to the paper/no stopping till oceans my neighbor
Backwoods rolling with the papers
Only fuck hoes n*gga i dont save 'em
Couldn't reach a soul when i was caged in
He say the case is old he gave a statement
N*gga bases loaded you just say when
I'm hot dog not a stain on my shirt n*gga ketchup
Whole game in the dirt like a catcher
Dave Blaine with the work bring in extra
Watch the set up
Fuck a check up
1 thou around that n*gga next up
Snitching a problem now your bitch a target
Shot pregnant ya kid retarded...
Bang, bang!
How can i lose when i came here with nothing
Came with the shooter them n*ggas be buggin
Burn rats chinease food
Burn traps all kinda food
She curved fast she kinds rude
Judged by my past and my condom use its bout timing!!!
Not even jesus or an army can alarm me
Talking like chauncey
We calmy come strapped like car seat
Nevermind a mask f*ck a robbery
Mind on the cash n*gga honestly
Blowing through a bag
Im annoying on the Ave
Uber shooters blast dabbin from a cab
N*gga
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Need the rollie neck bust down
Axel foleys get bucked down
Couple homies on the touchdown
Its funny im wassup now
N*gga money is my one pal
I say fuck friends hate start when the love bends
Need a break job on the front end
Cause i"m speeding
To the money n*gga stay weeded
Couple junkie fiends that need it
OT running for the season
In love with the coco fiending
These n*ggas soso and i mean it
Chillin low pro on the beamers
Forty four for the schemers the bro 4 hoes n*gga we gon tag team 'em
Im no dreamer go getta
Im be scheming for cheddar
Outta neimans my sweater
They believing in better
I'm still swinging barettas
M1 down with whatever
Call in T fuck a check up
Reefer fucking my chest up
Nina sleep on the dresser
They be fiending to test ya
Yea im squeezin its pressure
Yea im squeezin it pressure
I'm da man with the sauce
I be rammin them hoes
Killa cayenned the porsche
Only move like a boss!!
Yea!!....
X3........i run threw a check cause i run it run it
Post on the block cause i run it run it
Shooters on deck and them n*ggas be dumpin
Brattt!!!!....
You talk to the cops u N*ggas be fronting
Ratttss!!!...
Written By Q1000
M1 Records x ScratchAddics ENT (c)