Run With Me

[Intro]
(Roh)
(OG Dynasty, Dynasty)

[Verse 1]
It's snowin', but I'm still dodgin' deers
Take a nigga life, commandeer
That nigga shouldn't've talked, he volunteered
A new era, we been smackin' niggas' lids
Y'all ship sinkin', man, y'all captain must be dead
Fuckin' my bitch, countin' racks up in my head
I pulled out 'cause my package 'bout to land
Don't let this pussy get in the way of that bread
You can run with me, just don't start walkin'
They get you in that room, bitch, don't start talkin'
I ain't buyin' no more 'bows, bitch, I'm buyin' coffins
It's Lemon Cherry every blunt, bitch, that's why I'm coughin'
Yeah, that's an eight, right?
It's to the face, right?
A small world, I met my plug on a date site
Then we got to third base by the eighth night

[Chorus]
Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch, but she her own boss
Say she'll never love a nigga, but rock Chrome Heart
We droppin' bodies, sellin' work, this shit like Ozark
The crib big, I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart
You ain't no dog, lil' nigga, you ain't got no bite, no bark
You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car
You gon' run out of gas, stash so far
They did an x-ray on my body, ain't got no heart

[Verse 2]
I'm tryin' shit I never did, on some mob shit
Butterfly my steak, caviar my side dish
Knew it was easy, tried to cover up my eyelids
If it don't make money, chill with all the nonsense
He still'll blow that Five-seveN, he 5'6"
Whole city know his face, so he ride tints
Can't get two to five years for twenty-five bricks
And if they make his bond a mil', I'ma come get him
One plain, one bust, still a young nigga
Yeah, they call me Baby Money, I got grown chicken
Ask the city, 'fore I signed, was my phone trippin'?
Ask how long they been on Poe and, them boys Crippin'
Tryna serve my clientele, I missed the show, nigga
That lil' dope go out the door and it's a whole sixty
They got me prayin' for myself, but that road tricky
I done sold so much work, I had to call the plug and tell that bitch this

[Chorus]
Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch, but she her own boss
Say she'll never love a nigga, but rock Chrome Heart
We droppin' bodies, sellin' work, this shit like Ozark
The crib big, I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart
You ain't no dog, lil' nigga, you ain't got no bite, no bark
You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car
You gon' run out of gas, stash so far
They did an x-ray on my body, ain't got no heart