Run That Down

[Intro]
(Gery, what the fuck up?)
KrispyLife
(Turn that shit up, Meld)
Happy New Year's, bitch

[Verse 1]
You wouldn't shoot on New Year's, what you gon' do when the opps slide?
We still celebratin' every time an opp die
I'm all about my spinach, bitch, like I'm Popeye
Bro, you gon' end up pregnant, all you do is cock ride
That nigga a bitch, get him birth control
If it jam on me, hit the back of it, I'm tryna burp the pole
I'll get you jammed for the low or whatever you worth for shows
Got a grow farm that make thousands and I don't even work the 'bows
K-R-I-S-P-Y
Get another punch if this one right here say declined
In the UK with the plug, we havin' tea time
Should I do rose, the gold, or the white? I can't decide
Uh, I gotta make a decision
Just dropped fifty on my opps, I be hoopin' different
The 'bows got the car smellin' funky like I'm movin' chitlins
I just packed up four babies in a box, I'm out here movin' children
Keep screamin' out what you gon' do, why don't you do somethin'?
Drop the price on the work just to piss off who want it
Three years ago, you could've got a verse for like two hundred
They wanted me to go on tour, I told the label give me two hundred (Give me two hundred)
Bitch, I'm not done and done
Run up on you with that chop out, it go dun-dun-dun
Every time I buy some new jewelry, it be fun and fun
I'm shinin' like what's the in sky, I'm the sun and sun
You was never that guy, you was one and done
If you ain't, you ain't tryna get no money, what you breathin' for?
I poked him in the club, they like, "Damn, what be bleedin' for?"
They ask, it wasn't me in the club, I ain't even go

[Interlude]
Nigga
KrispyLife
What we doin'?
Oh, you thought I was done, nah, I'm finna come back in like this, ayy, look
Uh

[Verse 2]
I'm going to college for astronology
You want this shit to stop, I'ma need me an apology (Apology)
All my clips got a curve, apostrophe
The day I got signed, I bought my niggas a pound apiece
Back in the day, I would've been slappin', I would've bust a beeper
If you got the heat on too high, you'll fuck around and bust the beaker
I don't fuck around with tutors and I don't fuck with teachers
I'm in a nigga bushes, in the trees like a fuckin' lemur

[Outro]
Nigga, uh
Just ran in that bitch, just, just to run— we just ran that down
We gon' call, we gon' call this bitch "Run That Down"
"Run That Down", yeah, 'cause that's what we do and shit like that, nigga
KrispyLife
I'm in New York goin' stupid