RUN!

[Intro: IFN Akai]
Ayy, get it, longboystyle
Slaggers, ha
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: IFN Akai]
Shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
Fuckin' on these nigga's bitch, and they teachers
If you wanna smoke nigga, blood up on my t-shirt
I'm a face-fucker, uh, yuh, until I take her
Shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
Fuckin' on these nigga's bitch, and they teachers
If you wanna smoke nigga, blood up on my t-shirt
I'ma face-fucker, uh yuh, until I take her
You might need a dentist, huh
Hit yo' bitch like tennis, huh
Pass her when they finish, huh
Rub up on my dеnim skull
Yuh, I might kill 'em, huh
Choppa get to drillin' uh
Come up to yo' domе, nigga how the fuck you feeling? Aye!
Uh, trick her like Vaseline
Uh, I'm at the gasoline
Uh, she offer a pint of lean
Uh, somebody come get their Pete
Uh, if you want up my team
Uh, you cannot fuck with me
Uh, I cannot fuck wit' you
Uh, we callin' up machines

[Verse 2: Wavehi]
How-how-how the fuck you feel? Pullin' up this shit, I'm cashed out
Choppa sent 'em fallen, yeah, I feel like it's a blacked-out
Smile now
I came with ridin', she backed out
Feel like a bitch, yeah, I come with a knife, yeah
And I ain't really said anything but a check
Go suck those changes, so my disposition did, too
I just hit her phone to pull up to the crib, she brought you
Foreign lookin' shorties, in the wrists, got their tattoos
They keep talkin' slick, I had to cack 'em up, and smack you
Acting for who I want when I bootin' this shit up
I'm like a Buddha that doing the sit-ups
Talkin' between noise, split, it's in the middle
Here are my labors they got their heads spinnin' like Baby of Riddles
But that shit ain't nothin' but taste of the rainbow
Pull out the Mac and I hang out the rangle
I went to class and I'm sick with the angles
I'm putting 'em on blast and I'm breaking their ankles

[Verse 3: Ariez]
Yeah, roll 'em like a Perc', for fun, nigga, you gon' get merc
If you talkin' you gon' get worked
Your feet talkin' I'm on alert
Yeah, ayy
Run, better run, with that gun in yo' head
Yeah, he fucked but his body smokin' runts 'til I'm bent
Bitches get it, bitches get it, bitches on demand
Yeah
Fuckin' with these bitches you gon' fuck up all my plans, aye

[Verse 4: Ha7o The Saiyan]
I can't do emotions
Sales to the ear, make him think he hear the ocean
I went from ashy to classy, these diamonds moist like lotion
Beware all the commotion, pull up, tell me, what's the notion?
Health down, he need a potion, take his sword that's the motion
Wait, I'm just speakin' facts
Say, choppa blow like sacks
Bring the pain no method man I got the Glocks out like Macs
He won't smoke then he can run up and get hit like he some wax
I (Aye) ain't stinky but I keep that chopper sprayin' like some acts

[Verse 5: IFN Akai]
Run this shit, run this shit, heard he actin' like a bitch
Slagger shit, slagger shit, bitch, I'm rollin' with a clip
Money flip, money flip, bitch, I'm chilling by the zip
Pop a Perc', go berserk, kill 'em, make him do the jerk
Hit 'em once, hit 'em twice, leave his body in the dirt
Smokin' broke pain, bitch I feel like Liu Kang
I'ma start a hurricane
Choppa 'boutta blow his brains
Ayy, bitch I'm servin' fifths
Yuh, give yo' bitch a bean
Yuh, hoppin' out the 'sine, yuh
Yuh, haha