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Don't Run
Lil Bailey, Luh Que
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Uh, I'm so today, you can't play with them numbers
Who's winnin' but we hittin' hot like the summer
Hot shit from my clip, cook shit like a sun
He say he a shooter, that little boy a runner
He run, we chase
Track me, 15 for the load at the back seat
Then block some part of my athlete
Jump in the comments with bro, don't ask me
Grip on the G2, ho, just hold it, it's low on my bro, I ain't doin' no missin'
And plus the switch on the back, just watch now, he hittin', it's a whole lotta hittin'
Creep up inside his house and wake up the screw with that blah, we don't know peacein'
I had to kick the bitch out, I had to close my face and I don't do no kissin'
I always move militant, now you to the plug, yo' ass gon' check
How about this? You can't diss the dead if you ain't touch no flesh
Niggas even seen disgustin' when we spin, bitch, we leave a mess
Three murders, sign and one next, like I said, bitch, fuck the rest
Switch on the back, kick shit like Ronaldo
You can run, but you better not follow, though
Livin' life like Grand Theft Auto
Pull on side of a swing, my car, though
That ten-foot shit to sleep like creep, but it ain't no Apollo
Tell them, free lit P and 440, we ain't givin' sorrow
Uh, uh, uh, just watch how I blow this bitch
The tank keep jumpin' around all in my hand, I can't control this bitch
The bitch keep movin' weird all on her phone, I might have to show this bitch
Don't charge me like no rapper, watch how quick I overthrow this bitch
Uh, brr, who the fuck you know duckin' the switch?
Got hit in his stomach, he left on the bag, that's how he take a shit
Glock deuce-deuce aggressive with the switch, he keep on throwin' fits
He ain't see me comin', get up close and take his ass a pic
I been runnin' up my pack, so lately, I been tryna chill
Niggas dissin' like these bitches when they know this shit for real
Like, who you kill? Since you stopped poopin', you ain't even did a drill
If it's smoke, let me know, let's up your clips, get in that field
Hop up in that cut, mask up, go put your gloves on
Evil twin gon' take him down if a nigga even try to mug me
Built that about all my brothers, I don't give a fuck if he was wrong
Can't wait 'til we meet the bitch and I ain't talkin' no love song
Don't just point a finger, they go and get him, try to run that Draco trippin'
Bro been trollin' all over Insta, that Draco hit him, I bet it fix him
Get the low on the block and bend it, fa-faster than a V8 engine
Head wrapping like an Arab, nigga post saying, "As-salam-alaykum"
This bitch been full as fuck, I pull up, come slap me, bitch
All I got is these demons around me, we step on niggas like some cowards shit
Don't call my phone, tryna make amends, 'cause ain't no none of that passive shit
They thinkin' all that dissin' fun, so my niggas come and head tap the bitch
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