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lirik lagu run down – lil yachty

[intro: lil yachty]
(enrgy made this one)
on my momma, i just, n*gga
n*gga just got off his ass
flew up out here to really talk some sh*t with these n*ggas (frrp)
you wanna talk, you can talk h*lla sh*t (boat, boat)
on god, look, yeah

[verse 1: lil yachty]
come and suck on my jeweler’s d*ck
my doctor almost died, i made my b*tch go and clean his spit
yeah, on my momma, i need him here
he gon’ write the scripts ’til he dip and go head on kobe
wraith pulled me over, no question, he didn’t owe me
d*mn, this b*tch just called my name like she really know me
ain’t a rap n*gga in the world that can say they hold me
i just got a s*i*g in the back foldin’
i buy srts in my sleep, it didn’t hurt my pockets
i just saw a sealed pint of act’ and it hurt my sockets
real vvs on my b*tch, ain’t no heart lockets
i live on the lake, leave the crib and forgot to lock it
it’s okay, i got cameras there
any my brothers sleepin’ upstairs, we got hammers there
and my other brother try to close, he got pamela there
good with the blunt, like tyson chan’ was there
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
forty*four, doin’ the round
breakin’ hearts with a chrome hearts sweater on
breakin’ charts on house arrest, i ain’t left from home
takin’ hearts, i’m pourin’ codeine in styrofoams
i keep a cup of lean on me, don’t wanna die alone
what the f*ck is one pint? i wanna buy a load
i got the plug to send them bricks, i’m tryna find lil boat
tired of buyin’ jewelry and cars, i’m finna buy a goat
sh*t, sixty pointers in my ear
i can buy like ten pairs, sh*t, it won’t hurt me
told double my next piece gon’ be thirty for thirty
me and mike takin’ blues, goin’ thirty for thirty
ain’t got no feelings but i told my lil’ b*tch it’s gon hurt if you hurt me
the funeral home’ll prolly run out of dirt if you murk me
start my day off with a six of some purp and them perkies
if the pastor sold dope i walk in the church with a turkey

[verse 3: veeze]
gang, gang
rio just put on me a hundred racks, fresh out the bank
two gs just put on me, pourin’ drank right out the pint
i got b*tches sellin’ p*ssy, look like tyra banks
i’m rockin’ chrome hearts, shootin’ basketball just like i’m drake
this sh*t ain’t nothin’ to my n*ggas
youngest n*gga in my crew, got like six figures
i been drippin’ since the trues with the deep stitchin’
every time he think about his bro he reminiscin’
boy, we don’t shoot up no houses, we hit n*ggas
boy, i been sippin’ dirty water with my flint n*ggas
ayy, cuz’, i just made a lot of blues with my crip n*ggas
blood, i could never be no bool with no snitch n*ggas
i need a wockhardt pool so i could swim in it
i’m ’bout to fill a f*ckin’ coupe with like ten b*tches
we just made a pop pitch black like a ten attrition
i been in the back just wrappin’ work like i’m big tiger
[verse 4: rmc mike]
just got my d*ck sucked by a caucasian
glock hit him from three different ways, he call all angles
walkin’ through the set with safeties on, buyin’ palm angels
lil’ b*tch been chasin’ me for years, she got strong ankles
sza, lemme see that watch one time, i need some motivation
i was totin’ traps and sellin’ dope while you was roller skatin’
got a b*tch pregnant in september, had a covid baby
crazy thinkin’ ’bout the situation, we ain’t have no relation
yachty, lemme see that anchor chain, i’m tryna f*ck an actress
i just placed six thousand in some chains for a f*ckin’ mattress
shoot your baby k with no aim, i bust it backwards
spice talkin’, got the ghetto boys movin’ up the ladder
hold on, i ain’t done yet
i just finished me a lil’ b*tch, mortal kombat
my daddy caught a body with this glock, it’s a compact
add another body to the count, just take the gun back

[verse 5: louie ray]
keep up, the way that we been goin’, we ahead, ahead
n*gga, just five years ago, i scatter it
we was droppin’ act’ like droppin’ trash in the trash can
ooh, yeah, it was nothin’ to it
told her that her p*ssy ain’t sh*t unless i nut into it
i can’t really do no extra sh*t, i do enough movin’
i would go and buy another brick but ain’t enough movin’
i heard flint n*ggas gettin’ love but do too much shootin’
you ain’t really active like we is, you do too much coolin’
droolin’, park my car wherever ’til i move it
i’m nasty, fartin’, out to eat and don’t excuse it
bro, i hate that i can buy whatever now ’cause i abuse
order pint just to pour four*fours just to do it
buyin’ jewelry ’cause i put myself on off of music
take my perc’ fast ’cause i’m already high and i might lose it
it’s a hunnid cash and i can count it out to you to prove it
[verse 6: grindhard e]
it’s amazin’, i’m still out here dodgin’ dope cases
i drive a 2020 benz, same color as a raisin
louie spit a perc’ 30 wavy and made me take it
three*five, a a1 in the water, had to face it
had my crib slappin’ like the car, i guess that’s why they raid me
when i was sellin’ dope i had a couple fiends that stay with me
ten thousand dollars in a day, you can’t make a g
two hunnid a gram and i’m stiff, you gotta come to me
it’s a hustle, ain’t no love, my g
got my old and my new b*tch, they baby daddy can’t f*ck with me
g*r*i*n*dhard, that sh*t stuck with me

- lil yachty

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