Run For Cover

We comin’, we comin’
Believe that we on
We comin’, we comin’
Who coming along?
We comin’, we comin’
Me and my brothers
We comin’, we comin’
Run for cover mothafucka

Rez boy, raised in the cut
Long hair hang down to my nuts
Why I ain’t never gave no fucks
Real sacred bitch don’t touch

I’m fly boy tinkerbell dust
I don’t care if you hate my guts
I smell like money, Elon musk
Land Back we don’t ask for much

We ever sick, need a Jack & Jill bottle
Neechie got drip like gelato
We stay minay, the home of the Bravеs
We put the brave in bravado

Snotty nosе, snotty nose, snotty nose
You would think that’s where all my money goes
Living my life on them higher notes
We screaming that Skoden like Vaminos

Been real from the jump, no lie
SNRK ‘til I die
No new friends boy bye bye
You a bitch doe, catch me outside

For real bro you so Sci-fi
I’m real rez, what’s the wifi
Fun guy tripping on fungi
Ft is what it is my guy

Look, blame it on Boogey, it’s Boogey The Beat
This is my anthem walking the street
Savage and handsome, won’t you agree?
I got it and then some, obviously

Beads on my neck, red, black, white, yellow
And my ring turqiose, Lamelo
Fuck outta here, I got it, Carmelo
I’m on a new level, make em say hello, hello

We comin’, we comin’
Believe that we on
We comin’, we comin’
Who coming along?
We comin’, we comin’
Me and my brothers
We comin’, we comin’
Run for cover mothafucka

Rez dawgs, baby big screen
Jiggy widdit like Métis
Native bling, no AP
Don’t play me fam, Kyrie

Long hair, I don’t care, it’s a mess
I’m a wild boy from the Wild West
Make it rain with my rain dance
Know I’m good in Creators hands

Flicking my wrist, Logo Lillard
I’m icy like middle of winter
I’ve never been pick of the litter
Born loser but now I’m a winner, uh

Sorry not sorry I’m quick on the trigger
And sorry for you that you quick to be triggered
You’re pointing your finger at me
And that’s three back at you boy, go figure, ouu

Ooh shit! Look at me go
Don’t need your blankey Cotton Eye Joe
Homie don’t know me like they don’t know Bo
Go big or go home neechie, I’m ‘bout to blow

So I sip slow and I smoke fast
Y’all sour grapes need a wine glass
Do my own stunt like Jackass
Y’all can never handle my Rez ass naw

It is what it is, you is what I ain’t
We making noise you make noise complaints
Big moves with big bass
Big mood big smiley face

We painting pictures I’ll bring the paint
Feed em lies while you feed me grapes
I’m a bit behind but I’m worth the wait
Be happy I came when I’m fashionably late

We comin’, we comin’
Believe that we on
We comin’, we comin’
Who coming along?
We comin’, we comin’
Me and my brothers
We comin’, we comin’
Run for cover mothafucka