Dont Run

(Stop allat runnin)
(Stop allat runnin)
(Stop allat yeah nigga)
(Stop allat runnin)
(Cmon yeah cmere)
(Nigga cmon we onnat)

007 nigga stop allat runnin
Dunk on a opp nigga andre drummond
Slide on they block and they dont know whats coming
Real deal slime nigga I keep it a 100
Come to the trap and no its not haunted
Dumpin that switch in Houston im wanted
Slime in the back nigga im right behind you
Back to back woods nigga im off that ganja
All black fit ima creep right beside ya
Fuck 12 nigga ion care about the law
Its a parade inside my city I ain't tammat mardi gra
We got Glocks in this bitch we 4 deep in that car
Dont fuck with my bitch she got Glock in her bra
My bitch so bad she dont got a flaw
And im dumpin this drac and it dont got a flaw
And im working this switch while she suck me like a straw
Ima come to the back if the front door locked
From the halfcourt nigga I spot me an opp
And this Glock not for trade why the fuck would I swap
Its a switch in the car why the fuck would I stop
And the block too hot they screaming out stop
And we all masked up when it hit 12 o clock
We put him in a hospital he got sent to the doc
Ian usin no fist I paid for this Glock
And this Glock shoot fast ion care if its stocked
Im servin them feins they dont gotta knock
And my young nigga crash he tryna car hop
She dont fuck with slime I dont fuck on no thot
And my pockets to full because its filled with them knots
And we stuck in the trap cause the block too hot
And these niggas they duckin they scared of them shots
These niggas too scared why the fuck would I plot

(Pussy ass nigga)
(Stop allat runnin)
(On gang On god)