Run Outta Drugs

[Intro: Lefty Gunplay]
Yo, it's poor, greedy bastards
It's Lefty Gunplay (DJ VIP)
03 Greedo (Hombre made the beat, damn it)
That's your West Coast

[Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay]
They told me, "Keep it a buck, excuse me on the band"
Ballin' cage, I'll help you pay for the rent
And God sent me an angel when you wasn't there
Dear Lord, please watch over my homie Grim
And nowadays there's a lot of bullets with no friends (Échate una buena fe)
And all my friends are dead, the rest doin' life in the pen'
Gemstones cover my neck, blindin' them
I'm ridin' in the Benz, I'm doin' it like Nike did it
I go high-key with it, I know feisty with it
Not no wifey business, I got all type of bitches
I got no license whippin', I got my rifle in it
Shit, my lifestyle so gangsta, I might go missin'

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I've been beggin' God to look over His son
Back against the wall while I'm loadin' the gun
All my friends are gone, I'm the loneliest one
Homie with the child, never wrote down once
Used to have to do some time, then he got on the drugs
He just had to do a dime, his bitch fell out of love
He like, "I been in my feelings, I done ran out of trust"
Turned right to a killer if I ran out of drugs

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Made it out the slums, never went back
Had to keep a drum, had a kickback
Shoot an AR with no thumb, ain't no kickback
Off a Perky, swallow bullets like some thumbs on a six pack
Every nigga did me wrong, I ain't forget that
Caught me slippin' at my home, I admit that
Niggas scared of me in Chrome, like, "Where my bitch at?"
I've been goin' crazy, thirty thousand what my wrist at

[Verse 3: Lefty Gunplay]
I'm a beast in the East and I like in the heat
It's Chris Bosh, Ray Allen on the Miami Heat
We runnin' 'em up, we runnin' 'em up
They call me fuckin' Lefty Gunplay and we gunnin' now like fuckin' three
I'm off the Hennessy, and baby, I be swerving though
I don't really give a fuck, sometimes I get nervous, so
We pop the Percocet pill, her body perfect, though
She looked me in the eyes and she told me if she worked it, though
Give me a kiss on the lip and she go to work, bro (Work, bro)
On the gang, she go and hit the pole (Hit the pole, yeah)
That's my gutter bitch, Lefty Gunplay on some undercover lover shit (DJ VIP)

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I've been beggin' God to look over His son
Back against the wall while I'm loadin' the gun
All my friends are gone, I'm the loneliest one
Homie with the child, never wrote down once
Used to have to do some time, then he got on the drugs
He just had to do a dime, his bitch fell out of love
He like, "I been in my feelings, I done ran out of trust" (Ayy, Loera)
Turned right to a killer if I ran out of drugs (Échate una buena fe)