Run It!

[Intro]
Hey, glumboy
Yeah

[Chorus]
No, I don't want your shawty, know she been passed to the team
I hop up on my mic when I need to let off my steam
I been smoking on this gas, it feel like I live in a dream
And nobody making music that can top me, fuck with me
And no, I don't got no ego, so don't think
That I can switch up on my bros by any fucking means
And no, I don't want your nigga team, bitch, I know you a fiend
If you fuck with me, I fuck with you, that's just the way I think

[Verse 1]
Got a big heart and that is my biggest fucking weakness
I done tweeted out some shit and some people said, "Delete this"
And I don't even fucking blame 'em, I would too
Oh shit, that's your song? That shit go real hard on mute (Hahaha)
Oh shit, you got a gun, but we know you won't shoot (Boom, boom)
Don't give no fucks 'bout that shit that you gon' do

[Verse 2]
'Cause I'm at thе top of this shit, I run it
My niggas run into your crib, we gunning
Diamonds on my necklace, ion likе stunting
You talking that shit, boy, I know that you fronting
Know I could never damn lie, uh
Bro got a TEC in the pock', got the heat
Finna shoot, and he shoot from the side, yeah
Hopping inside of the studio, putting in effort, I don't need to try, no
I made a promise to my fucking mama, I told her that she wouldn't cry again
Don't want that Ford, I want that Benz
Don't give a fuck how much I spend
I want them twenties, I don't want them tens
Talk all that shit, but don't make sense
Making them dollars, you making them cents
'Member the days I was setting up tents
Boutta put bro in the past damn tense
All of my sins, you know I repent, yeah

[Verse 3]
She wan' fuck, okay
I told her come my way
Don't much I can say
Just know that I don't play
I'm running to the loot, I need that ándale
I'm counting up the cheddar, know I'm getting paid
Glumboy, we in the cut
When I come, I fuck it up
Broken heart, don't want no love
I'm just playing, I need some love
We gon' make him see them doves
Once it's up, then that shit's stuck
Really think I give a fuck
Wishing you the worst of luck

[Chorus]
No, I don't want your shawty, know she been passed to the team
I hop up on my mic when I need to let off my steam
I been smoking on this gas, it feel like I live in a dream
And nobody making music that can top me, fuck with me
And no, I don't got no ego, so don't think
That I can switch up on my bros by any fucking means
And no, I don't want your nigga team, bitch, I know you a fiend
If you fuck with me, I fuck with you, that's just the way I think

[Outro]
Hey, glumboy