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Run It by Trill Butta Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

We came in that bitch start a roit then dip
Smoke to my songs getting high to that shit
Smoking that loud like we hollering an shit
Man I want money like pounds of the shit
Talking bout closets and mountains of it
Tub full of money I'm diving right in
Told my bitch to cut off her conniving la friend
Cause she don't close her mouth don't know how to listen
She had to get left cause she couldn't get right
Fuck all the rats and fuck all the mice
Fuck that sierra I copped dirty sprite
He keep that la gun cause he know he can't fight
Nigga get punched all he need is the ice
These beats is my lunch all I need is a mic
The booth is the life I could freestyle or write
Me and my niggas gone freestyle tonight
Talk about times we had threesomes tonight
We be them guys you'd be surprised
They'd sneak out they closet to hang with the squad
Dont sneak out your closet you might catch a lion
These rappers get creased im just like a iron
Get wet if you press or get smoked like a fire
I never get sleep but I never get tired
Give up on your dreams, thats never wise
I rather restart before I resign
You better retry before you retire
I rather evolve before I decline
But you'd be deceased if you come cross this line
My peeps in the street and they straight bout the beef
My peeps got the piece, but they dnt want no peace
This just the start bitch imagine my peak
Counting this bread we ain't counting no sheep
But I count on yo hoe cause she count it for me
Bitch it's la b, straight out the B
Back in the 7 I came up so reckless
We was the younings but nothin you could tell us
Cause all our big brothas was killers and jackers
All our big brothas was killin and jacking
So stop allat taxing you think it won't happen
They calling me Jackson when it come to action
I'm bout to start taking you flunkies for granted
Shit, and just start spazing
Give him the pressure, watch how he panic
Watch out la bih and time keep passing
You know ima run it not thinking bout passing
You think you could trust em and that's how it happen
These niggas is lacking in talent with rapping
Bitch nigga rap, stop allat dancing
Bitch nigga fight, stop allat grabbing
Bitch It's la Butta I'm just like a camera, I get in the booth and I just start to snapping
Don't ask me what happen bitch, cause I dont know
We smoking on sticky man shout out to Rennie
You know that's my bro
Don't talk about fighting get drop like gas prices
Got gas for the low
Bitch I'm Saint Nick got a ho ho and ho
Thats 3 hoes on me when I walk thru the door
But I'm on them trees just let me be
I just want the dough
Slow that shit down watch me switch up the flow
Never thought you would switch but you never would know
See me with your bitch you should know that's a go
These hoes fantasy points, I'm projected to score
Scoop me some dough then I get me some more
Scoop this la bih bring yo friend for my bro
And I told them stay away from the jokes
Cause y'all a get baked if you hoes wanna roast
Now y'all gone be late since you hoes wanna joce
Give me my space I can't keep you too close
Rest in peace Tate really missing you bro
Man since we lost Tate I ain't been on a boat
But I get that work from my work on the coast
And I make it jerk if the beef wanna roast
Get straight to the dough in the heat or the snow
I just want the green like the sheep and the goat
Fuck on yo hoe why I'm bumping la boat
It's only 1 night Minnesota get cold