Run by Thraco Lyrics
[Intro]
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it!
[Verse 1]
Bringing out the killer when I run up on your block
Fuck all of this jibber, you’re not fit enough to run
Up on me, look at me
Do I look like the bitch you claimed to fuck?
Y’all aim at me for sick fun but I’ll be Shaq O’Neill
And y’all just bench players when it gets to the real deal
Bill said it wasn’t sexual while banging back then
When I’m done, there will be a homicide and a funeral in hell
Bitch (PERFECT) do you really wanna play me?
All my old friends hate me, fuck them, I’ll be Satan
Easily erase them, but life will be their fathom
All bow to Brayton, my crew will feel amazing
Man o' War in Brighton, a ton of gory violence
Hit me up in Riots, bash you for the silence
Rational desire, when you got denial
For over twenty years, it’s time for your blood to spill
[Interlude]
Follow me?
Did you have any choice?
You all follow me
And you know what
You got two...
You got these people over there that wanna live
You wanna live?
Get in line, we'll live
You don't wanna live?
Hurry up!
You know, the gates open
You know, do your thing man
Here, give him some coke
[Verse 2]
Top Floor 27, where your motherfuckers headed
I am revenant red wine, while your blood be my shine
Dropping the bombs like Vietnam on Bedlam
And you go ham on some hoe
Now see that - I’ll be on another shit
You can’t handle inner things, so what do you imply with this?
Amplify your argument or leave and tell me none of it
Rage will be my element, from birth to the sediment
Fire on – inquisition (PERFECT)
Rocking with my composition, liars say it’s their addition
So let me repeat and say names on your bitch condition
Payin' no tuition to your life and the looks
And Momma crying over your life with the crooks
Breaking down to the core, ya ass has turned to the hoes
Time to expose that your egos are flat out feces
And fuck my old friends, ya'll be pushing up daisies for me
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it out, run
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it!
[Verse 1]
Bringing out the killer when I run up on your block
Fuck all of this jibber, you’re not fit enough to run
Up on me, look at me
Do I look like the bitch you claimed to fuck?
Y’all aim at me for sick fun but I’ll be Shaq O’Neill
And y’all just bench players when it gets to the real deal
Bill said it wasn’t sexual while banging back then
When I’m done, there will be a homicide and a funeral in hell
Bitch (PERFECT) do you really wanna play me?
All my old friends hate me, fuck them, I’ll be Satan
Easily erase them, but life will be their fathom
All bow to Brayton, my crew will feel amazing
Man o' War in Brighton, a ton of gory violence
Hit me up in Riots, bash you for the silence
Rational desire, when you got denial
For over twenty years, it’s time for your blood to spill
[Interlude]
Follow me?
Did you have any choice?
You all follow me
And you know what
You got two...
You got these people over there that wanna live
You wanna live?
Get in line, we'll live
You don't wanna live?
Hurry up!
You know, the gates open
You know, do your thing man
Here, give him some coke
[Verse 2]
Top Floor 27, where your motherfuckers headed
I am revenant red wine, while your blood be my shine
Dropping the bombs like Vietnam on Bedlam
And you go ham on some hoe
Now see that - I’ll be on another shit
You can’t handle inner things, so what do you imply with this?
Amplify your argument or leave and tell me none of it
Rage will be my element, from birth to the sediment
Fire on – inquisition (PERFECT)
Rocking with my composition, liars say it’s their addition
So let me repeat and say names on your bitch condition
Payin' no tuition to your life and the looks
And Momma crying over your life with the crooks
Breaking down to the core, ya ass has turned to the hoes
Time to expose that your egos are flat out feces
And fuck my old friends, ya'll be pushing up daisies for me