No Running

[Intro]
I'm not from the United States, I'm from Atlanta
United States is just the United States of America
Holiday season

[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
My momma got more than a hunnid
By my gang, I keep it a hunnid
You a lame that boy is not nothing
Put in work just like under construction
Holdin' money you better not touch it

[Chorus]
These niggas got guns for nothin'
I'm aiming at you in your comments
If I told you "I got you" I promise
Why you lie you coulda been honest
We do homicides we ain't playin'
I'm with Homixide, the whole clan
I gotta hunnid round for your friend
I can't even hold it in my hand
I got this shit rollin', trap goin'
She a slime ho and I know it
He cap rap and y'all post it
I make the money spread like lotion

[Verse]
They tryna ride the wave, need an ocean
I had two sticks in the open
[?] tell ya 'bout it, I ain't jokin'
I'm not a drug addict but I'm rollin'
Bring down the [?]
Hit his shirt, I leave that boy soakin'
Shawty we big bloods we're rollin'
Bet they won't come over red rover
I'on wanna think about it I'm focused
I was just sittin' back now I'm on it
We from the block for real, no trolling
Dick on the Glock, we don't need a trojan
Face him, face him n his mans
Face him, I face him n his clan
Bitch you got dropped like the bag, play with this shit then it's sprayin' (Holiday season)
Michael Jackson glove, the shooter [?] light up your hand
I ran out of love, I left that shit in the wind
New black truck, shit matte
I dropped a hundred in Saks
Ain't gon' lie you tryna go to war but y'all don't got money for that
All that shit y'all said ho you know that we coming for that
How can I go [?] know that shit facts

[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
Ain't runnin' from nothing, we comin'
My momma got more than a hunnid
By my gang, I keep it a hunnid
You a lame that boy is not nothing
Put in work just like under construction
Holdin' money you better not touch it

[Chorus]
These niggas got guns for nothin'
I'm aiming at you in your comments
If I told you "I got you" I promise
Why you lie you coulda been honest
We do homicides we ain't playin'
I'm with Homixide, the whole clan
I gotta hunnid round for your friend
I can't even hold it in my hand
I got this shit rollin', trap goin'
She a slime ho and I know it
He cap rap and y'all post it
I make the money spread like lotion