Fun Run

[Intro]
(We finna walk up in this bitch with these ARs)
(Ayy, we see anybody, we bustin' that hoe in the Walmart on aisle 3, nigga)

[Chorus]
Bust the AR in the Walmart, everybody race for the exit like Fun Run (We gotta runner)
Ya' daddy gon' die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was "Son, run!" (Run, run)
Glock with a button, Glock with a button
Thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum
Stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
I'm talkin' to myself, he dumb, he dumb (Haha)

[Verse]
Dressed up like a terrorist, bust the AR, a pedestrian gon' say, "A bomb, a bomb" (A bomb, A bomb)
Open yo' GPS, type in [?], bitch I'm from the slums, the slum
I got a open field I'ma send you the address, pull up, we can go gun for gun (Glrrt, bow, bow)
Smoke 'em and throw his bitch ass in a lake, lake, the ocean, the pond, the pond (Haha)
Chase a nigga down like Temple Run, nigga see me and freeze like a December gun
She say, "You remember me?" I told her, "Sorry, fucked too many hoes to remember one"
Lil' bro just called me, he know not to mention one 'cause I might be with a different one (Ugh, ugh)
That money be callin', I ain't finna miss it, I pick up the phone while I'm hittin' one
Hoe got dick in her mouth, she can't even talk right now, don't call right now (Ayy, call her back)
Cyraq pullin' up in a golf kart tryna put balls in a hoe like golf right now (Ugh, ugh)
Tell ya' baby daddy you don't fuck with a worker no more, you fuck with a boss right now (Bitch ass nigga)
Talm' 'bout he kilt ten niggas, that shit out the window, he fuckin' with the law right now (Snitch ass nigga)
Bitch, you fuck a snitch ass nigga, Cyraq can't associate with a snitch bitch
The bitch always got makeup on so my dick always gon' have lipstick (Eat up, eat up)
Take all the bullets out the gun and walk up to a goofy nigga and tell him switch blicks (Switch blicks)
Playin' Cyraq you learn how to smoke a opp nigga, survive and how to hit licks (Bow, bow, bow)

[Bridge]
Bust the AR in the Walmart, everybody race for the exit like Fun Run
Ya' daddy gon' die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was, "Son, run!" (We gotta runner)
Glock with a button, Glock with a button
Thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum (Drum, drum)
Stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
I'm talkin' to myself, he dumb, he dumb (He dumb, he dumb)

[Chorus]
Bust the AR in the Walmart, everybody race for the exit like Fun Run
Ya' daddy gon' die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was, "Son, run!"
Glock with a button, Glock with a button
Thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum
Stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
I'm talkin' to myself, he dumb, he dumb