rundown spaz - run it lyrics
[intro]
[?]
loady g
f+ck the peace n+gga
ha, ha, ha
production shot [?]
[chorus]
aye b+tch, my aiming game official
catch a opp, that n+gga f+cked
we put fullies on our pistols [?]
hear that “brrt” you out of luck
last n+gga that we caught
we ain’t give that boy no time to duck
i don’t know why these n+ggas capping
go check the score, they know who up
get your sister to set you up [?]
you’ll think your family was corrupt
got this little hoe from milwaukee
she’ll go crazy for some bucks
n+gga talking all that hot sh+t
get his watermelon bussed
you better stay inside that house
’cause gang and them don’t give no f+cks
[verse]
they’ll smoke you at the store
they’ll smoke you at your show
they’ll let that fully blow
and knock your head from off your throat
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
how many opp n+ggas got smoked
every time i get interrogated
i just act like i don’t know
diss on bro, we up the score
we at your door like to p.o
hit the scene then i ain’t leaving
til’ somebody brains up on the floor
you think that smith & wesson loyal?
treat my glock like this b+tch royal
this a message to lil’ red
none of your n+ggas sliding for you
yeah i see them n+ggas looking
hope they don’t think that they no bullies
“vra vra” [?]
switch up on this glock
gon’ bake him like a cookie
i get active with this fully
b+tch i’m too far from a rookie
n+ggas seen that i was out [?]
they in the house, they playing hooky
they keep hiding, but i keep looking
peak through the blinds
i’ma get to shooting
they see loady executing
that’s why the opps steady recruiting
i’m still with the same n+ggas
grave digging gang members
and wherever them boys go
just know they got that thang with them
we ain’t never out here lacking
catch a opp n+gga in traffic
we gon’ turn his ass to ashes
last thing he hear is choppers clapping
n+ggas die when i’m on missions
known for standing on straight business
they done freed the real spaz
now it’s time to free shad and diggy
[chorus]
b+tch, my aiming game official
catch a opp, that n+gga f+cked
we put fullies on our pistols [?]
hear that “brrt” you out of luck
last n+gga that we caught
we ain’t give that boy no time to duck
i don’t know why these n+ggas capping
go check the score, they know who up
get your sister to set you up [?]
you’ll think your family was corrupt
got this little hoe from milwaukee
she’ll go crazy for some bucks
n+gga talking all that hot sh+t
get his watermelon bussed
you better stay inside that +++++
’cause gang and them don’t give no f+cks
[outro]
gang
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