Running Plays

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
Gang, gang gang gang, gang gang
Chapo, ayy
Hoodfame gang gang gang gang
Bitch you know we started that
You niggas probably get caught and are probably rats
Nah nigga I did that, nigga
Chapo, haha

[Verse]
I've been runnin' plays like a quarterback
I invested twelve and a half, I want a quarter back
Hundred round drum on the MAC, that's a party pack
Situation ain't 'bout getting money, I ain't a part of that
My heart on that
You be soft on that bitch, I go hard on that
Pussy niggas hit a lick, wait 'til we find out where that carbon at
Find out were you gettin' it, run up in it, yeah we robbin' that
Them sticks'll make you fold like some clothes, turn your trap into a laundromat
Yeah a lot of niggas hoes, I put my heart on that
A lot of niggas type and get exposed, they don't want no parts from that
That thooka make a pussy have a heart attack
It ain't shit to get you knocked, I get you dropped for just a quarter sack
I'm spitting facts, these niggas rats
These niggas lying 'bout mini MAC's
You got popped in pearl like you sent some shots we sent them back
Hoodfame gang gang, bitch you know we trap like we invented that
We Karo pints and give them back
You come back, get your ceiling cracked
Sneak dissing we ain't feeling that
I'm chillin' were the trenches at
Boy your whole clique full of 12
You be chilling were the snitches at
Fuck your bitch and give her back
'Cause I can't do no stick on that
Fuck your ho, put dick on that
Then kick her out, won't hit her back
Gucci shoe and Louis, had designer on me, mix and match
Maison Margielas, steppin' on packs, just tryna get it back
Niggas saying they played the pussy but I don't remember that
Same nigga that be begging for a feature can't even get a track
I ain't never ran from no beef, I'm running off with black
Catch you lackin' where you trapping, make you come up off your sack
Believe in that, no bringing back
Come on your block, we bleeding that
I'm on that drink, the demon back
They gon' make me bring Eazy back
I'm dunking pints in dirty Fanta
Tryna bring my nigga Zack back
A lot of work in backpacks, I flip it like a flapjack
I used to be broke, slept on the floor, not tryna backtrack
If rap don't work, we back on that
Come to my trap, you gettin' jacked