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run - dcth4g lyrics

[intro]
trap*a*holics, b*tch

[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m*th*f*ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m*th*f*ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n*ggas? these n*ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n*gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n*gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n*gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b*tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n*gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m*ffin
really bout business, my n*ggas don’t do runnin, b*tch

[verse 1]
yeah, my n*ggas don’t really do runnin
that glock in the back, gon’ gun him
that n*gga my son, i son him
that n*gga my son, i son that boy
glock in the back, i gun that boy
big*ass bl!ck, ain’t no toy
b*tch, i’m rich, yeah, you mad
i got all this money, n*gga, know i gotta f*ckin’ spaz
b*tch, bass in the whip, that’s sh*t jumpin
that glock in the back, hit that boy in the stomach
my n*ggas the ones, you n*ggas ain’t nothin
you ran out of funds, lil’ b*tch, you broke
that glock in the back, finna laugh like a joke
got the glock in thе back, hit his ass in the throat
got the glock in the back, and it’s catchin’ a stain for mе
got a big*ass choppa, it’s makin’ it rain for me
n*gga wanna play, think it’s sweet, but it ain’t funny
b*tch on the d*ck, finna hop like a dang bunny
n*ggas be mad, cause they broke and they can’t run it
shootin’ that sh*t, if the motherf*ckin’ lames come in
glock finna flash, like a bolt, no usain comin
just like usain, yeah, you f*ck n*ggas stay runnin, b*tch
[chorus]
yeah, gang in the back with the m*th*f*ckin’ chop
gang in the back of the m*th*f*ckin’ block
i got the glock in the back, gon’ pop
what’s up with these n*ggas? these n*ggas my opps
gon’ hit that boy, that boy gon’ talk
we gon’ hit that n*gga, we drop his top
droppin’ that n*gga top to the back
i got so many dead opps in a pack
n*gga treat it like black ops, i’ma blast
got your b*tch in the crib, she drop all that ass
got the glock in my hand, i’ll drop all your mans
n*gga talk sweet, thought i wasn’t gon’ do nothin
chop in the back, eat that boy like a blue m*ffin
really bout business, my n*ggas don’t do runnin, b*tch

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