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dcth4g - run lyrics

[intro]
trap+a+holics, b+tch

[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m+th+f+ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m+th+f+ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n+ggas? these n+ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n+gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n+gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n+gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b+tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n+gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m+ffin
really bout business, my n+ggas don’t do runnin, b+tch

[verse 1]
yeah, my n+ggas don’t really do runnin
that glock in the back, gon’ gun him
that n+gga my son, i son him
that n+gga my son, i son that boy
glock in the back, i gun that boy
big+ass bl!ck, ain’t no toy
b+tch, i’m rich, yeah, you mad
i got all this money, n+gga, know i gotta f+ckin’ spaz
b+tch, bass in the whip, that’s sh+t jumpin
that glock in the back, hit that boy in the stomach
my n+ggas the ones, you n+ggas ain’t nothin
you ran out of funds, lil’ b+tch, you broke
that glock in the back, finna laugh like a joke
got the glock in thе back, hit his ass in the throat
got the glock in the back, and it’s catchin’ a stain for mе
got a big+ass choppa, it’s makin’ it rain for me
n+gga wanna play, think it’s sweet, but it ain’t funny
b+tch on the d+ck, finna hop like a dang bunny
n+ggas be mad, cause they broke and they can’t run it
shootin’ that sh+t, if the motherf+ckin’ lames come in
glock finna flash, like a bolt, no usain comin
just like usain, yeah, you f+ck n+ggas stay runnin, b+tch
[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m+th+f+ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m+th+f+ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n+ggas? these n+ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n+gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n+gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n+gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b+tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n+gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m+ffin
really bout business, my n+ggas don’t do runnin, b+tch

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