Run & Gun

[Intro]
Whatever in your stash, I got triple that
Whatever in your stash, I got triple that, bitch
Come on
Whatever in your, nigga

[Verse]
Whatever in your stash, I blew triple that
Bro could call a UAV, he caught a triple hat
Once I double up, I’m gon' triple back
Unky at the spot playing with rock but he can’t dribble that
This spin the block music not no civil rap
Probably wear an A cup, my opp got little racks
Matrix if I don’t hit 'em, boy, we bending back
Missed the load, I got warlord with all this shit attached
I think it’s funny he don’t know his ho a GOAT
You a burger, boy, your whole clique a 4 for 4
I could teach you niggas game, I could show the ropes
Even at the red light, the only thing bro know is go
20’s in my Cartis and my soda four
Every time I make a wave, they gon' get on the boat
Just when they think I quit I bet I go some more
Pull up to my favorite oppy hill, we going door to door
She say ain’t no nigga like me, bae, that’s 'cause I’m one of none
I could probably match the fucking Navy, got a hundred guns
Bro a camera man, he catch a rapper then it’s run and gun
Bought an Arizona with a Benji, I don’t fuck with ones
He rapping 'bout that money, is he touching somethin'?
I get straight into her, is you sucking somethin'?
These niggas mini-mes, they like my fucking sons
They wondering am I up like it’s the fucking sun?
She wanna fuck Militia, all my buddies rich
All these boogers in my bezel, got a stuffy wrist
With a ten, Glock and 9 sipping muddy six
If I hit the mall, might lose a 30, I blow money quick
Hit shit fully, I might pop a opp with cuddie blick
She don’t speak no English, I told baby “suckie dick”
They say Being broke a joke, he got a funny clique
I’m all in his ho ear like, "Do you love me, bitch?"
Better not think I’m Green, I’m like Jalen, all these rockets round
Talking like a plug, never copped a pound
300 blackout with suppressor, ain’t hearing not a sound
Boy, I stay with Mickie like I’m Minnie, this a lot of rounds
Looking at that money, I done got aroused
I bet I get the scoop you on my side of town
Can’t have them rounds flying when I’m not around
We gon' turn him over to the Lord, catch him out of bounds

[Outro]
Dog Shit Militia
What up, Chet?
Gang