Run Down

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Enrgy made this one)
On my mama, I just, nigga
Nigga just got off his ass
Flew up out here to really talk some shit with these niggas (Frrp)
You wanna talk, you can talk hella shit (Boat, Boat)
On God, look, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Come and suck on my jeweler dick
My doctor almost died, I made my bitch go and clean his spit
Yeah, on my mama, I need him here
He gon' write the scripts 'til he dip to go hang with Kobe
Wraith pulled me over, no question, he didn't owe me
Damn, this bitch just called my name like she really know me
Ain't a rap nigga in the world that can say they ho'd me
I just got a S-I-G in the back foldin'
I bought SRTs in my sleep, it didn't hurt my pockets
I just saw a sealed pint of Act' and it hurt my sockets
Real VVS on my bitch, ain't no heart lockets
I live on the lake, leave the crib and forgot to lock it
It's okay, I got cameras there
And my brothers sleep in the upstairs, we got hammers there
And my other brother trap close, he got Pamela there
Good with the block like Tyson Chandler was there

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Forty-four Dweller on
Breakin' hearts with a Chrome Hearts sweater on
Breakin' charts on house arrest, I ain't left from home
Takin' narcs and pourin' codeine in styrofoams
I keep a cup of lean on me, don't wanna die alone
What the fuck is one pint? I wanna buy a load
I got the plug to send them bricks, I'm tryna find Lil Boat
Tired of buyin' jewelry and cars, I'm finna buy a goat
Shit, sixty pointers in my ear
I can buy like ten pairs, shit, and one won't hurt me
Told Double my next piece gon' be thirty for thirty
Me and Mike takin' blues, goin' thirty for thirty
Ain't got no feelings but I told my lil' bitch it's gon' hurt if you hurt me
The funeral home'll prolly run out of dirt if you murk me
Start my day off with a six of some Purp and a Perky
If the pastor sold dope I walk in the church with a turkey

[Verse 3: Veeze]
Gang, gang
Rio just put on me a hundred racks, fresh out the bank
Two Gs just put on me, pourin' drank right out the pint
I got bitches sellin' pussy, look like Tyra Banks
I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, shootin' basketball just like I'm Drake
This shit ain't nothin' to my niggas
Youngest nigga in my crew, got like six figures
I been drippin' since the Trues with the thick stitchin'
Every time he think about his bro he reminiscin'
Boy, we don't shoot up no houses, we hit niggas
Boy, I been sippin' dirty water with my Flint niggas
Ayy, cuz', I just made a lot of blues with my Crip niggas
Blood, I could never be no bool with no snitch nigga
I need a Wockhardt pool so I could swim in it
I'm 'bout to fill a fuckin' coupe with like ten bitches
We just made a pop pitch black like a ten of Tris
I been in the basement wrappin' work like I'm Big Tigger

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Just got my dick sucked by a caucasian
Glock hit him from three different ways, he caught all angles
Walkin' through the set with 'seppis on, buyin' Palm Angel
Lil' bitch been chasin' me for years, she got strong ankles
Vezzo, let me see that watch one time, I need some motivation
I was totin' traps and sellin' dope when you was roller skatin'
Got a bitch pregnant in September, had a COVID baby
Crazy thinkin' 'bout the situation, we ain't have no relation
Yachty, lemme see that anchor chain, I'm tryna fuck an actress
I just paid six thousand and some change for a fuckin' mattress
Shoot the baby K with no aim, I bust it backwards
Spice talkin', got the Ghetto Boyz movin' up the ladder
Hold on, I ain't done yet
I just finished me a lil' bitch, Mortal Kombat
My daddy caught a body with this Glock, it's a compact
Add another body to the count, then take the gun back

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
Keep up, the way that we been goin', we ahead, ahead
Nigga, just five years ago, I was scared of red
We was droppin' Act' like droppin' trash in the trash can
Ooh, yeah, it was nothin' to it
Told her that her pussy ain't shit unless I nut into it
I can't really do no extra shit, I do enough movin'
I would go and buy another brick but ain't enough movin'
I heard Flint niggas gettin' love but do too much shootin'
You ain't really active like we is, you do too much coolin'
Droolin', park my car wherever 'til I move it
I'm nasty, fartin', out to eat and don't excuse it
Bro, I hate that I can buy whatever now 'cause I abuse
Bought a pint just to pour four fours just to do it
Buyin' jewelry 'cause I put myself on off of music
Take my Perc' fast 'cause I'm already high and I might lose it
This a hunnid cash and I can count it out to you to prove it

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
It's amazin', I'm still out here dodgin' dope cases
Might drop a 2020 Benz, same color as a raisin
Louie split a Perc' 30 with me and made me take it
Three-five of A1 in the 'Wood, had to face it
Had my crib slappin' like the car, I guess that's why they raided me
When I was sellin' dope I had a couple fiends that stay with me
Ten thousand dollars in a day, you can't make a G
Two hunnid a gram and I'm stiff, you gotta come to me
It's all hustle, ain't no love for me
Got my old and my new bitch, they baby daddy can't fuck with me
G-R-I-N-D Hard, that shit stuck with me