True Jack Boys

[Intro]
Yeah
True Jack Boys
Nah, for real
Yeah

Runway

[Hook - Runway Richy]
Lace 'em up
Tie 'em up
Boot 'em up
True Jack Boys
Shoot 'em up
What did he say he gon' do to us?
Boot 'em up
True Jack Boys
Shoot 'em up
X2

[Verse 1]
Runway in the bushes pushin', lookin' at ya
Baby mama watching, cooking breakfast
Do what I say anything ain't suggestions
Robin Hood, Runway take from the wealthy
All 'bout that green like a Celtic
Tied 'em both, now they crying for help
Did what I wanted to get what I need
Being ain't no nigga gon' help me

Runway Richy like to creep at night
Famous for that shit like Elvis
Taking whatever they sell me
Ain't shit a nigga could tell me
Like a bloodhound I smelled it
Money scent hundred round drum, 30 clip
Whatever I'm taking them birdies with
Nigga try to play with me I murder shit
X2

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Owe me money, but he bought a chopper
Told him 'Pull up!'
Shot him soon as I seen him
Bricks in the trunk made it even more sweeter
Servin' niggas like Serena
Bet they ass servin' niggas like subpoenas
I know that they coming
And if they don't then I know that they running
No one looking for ya, yeah Runway is hunting
I know ya pussy, no mask on me or nothing

Jugg on the line time to lace him up
Move in silence but when I do wake him up
40 in his face, nigga, hang it up
Most of you niggas don't weigh enough
Most of you niggas don't make enough
Send my young niggas gonna take it from ya
Told 'em to eat and they ate him up
Jump out hop out and start spraying
X2

[Outro]
Shoot 'em up
Boot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
Boot 'em up