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fanatiic – run it lyrics

[intro]
yeah
slumped 808’s
yeah, yeah
run it, yeah
we gonna run it, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i keep all them toolies my city on lock
lil’ homie you flexin’ but where is your guap?
i keep me some shooters that stay up the spot
they raid this b-tch out like they was the swat
i got that choppa on me
doo, doo, doo, doo and it spray for the free
talk all that sh-t but that talk be so cheap
tryna be me ’cause i get paid to speak
and b-tch i’m on go that glock it be boomin like metro
and just like a truck b-tch my lungs blowin’ diesel
get hit with that lead no number 2 pencil
i’m all on yo head yeah all on yo temple
if you ain’t talkin’ money then what is you talkin’ for
i got some shooters that spray for the pay
big 40. with a green beam on the aim
thotty with the sh-ts she gon’ tell me where you lay
then i pull up broad day with the k , aye
pull up broad day with the k
your life is over we rollin’ the script
we sendin’ some shots, you know they gon’ hit

[bridge]
b-tch i pull up six deep
huh we leave em six feet
and i’m with all the action
i’ma pull up skeet skeet

[verse 2]
my lil’ homie wet your block
we gon’ slip and slide that block
with the mop
no games just tricks we got a lot
i hit me a jug and stay stickin’ and movin’
yeah p-ss me the rock ’cause i really be shootin
and if you ain’t act right your -ss can get left
sendin’ these shots i feel like a vet
p-ss her right back it was an -ssist
you talk all that sh-t i pull up make a mess
like a bad kid i’m beatin’ your -ss
i hop on the beat and i’m ’bouta spaz
i like bad hoes, mike sherm i’ma -sshole
sh-lls so big mario couldn’t dodge those
nah i don’t play tag but i’ll tag a n-gg- toe
i’ma act up, i’ma let it all go
now she wanna link ’cause a young n-gg- on
trust up in a stick it could never go wrong
smokin’ propane, yeah i’m smokin’ that gas
she throw me that p-ssy but i had to p-ss
fanatiic be k!llin’ sh-t i’m on they -ss
i’m runnin’ this sh-t like i’m all in the track
this ain’t a beanie b-tch this a ski
trust me on god you don’t wanna link, yeah, yeah

[outro]
i keep all them toolies my city on lock
lil’ homie you flexin’ but where is your guap?

- fanatiic lyrics

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