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lirik lagu run the hood – ot7 quanny

[intro: nr boor]
(pyro made it)
uh*huh, uh*huh
yeah

[verse 1: nr boor]
if you wanna a verse, that might cost you a key (yeah, that might cost you a key)
ain’t make no money off rap, i’m still sellin’ p’s (yeah, i’m still sellin’ p’s)
before i wrote i rap, yeah, i was in the v’s (yeah, i was in the v’s)
i brought the trap n*ggas back, i put us in the league (i put us in the league)
it’s gon’ be a homicide a n*gga play with me (a n*gga play with me)
another dead body, put him down by three (put him down by three)
another dead body, they can’t even grieve (they can’t even grieve)
b*tch, i’m with the droppas, you know what i bleed (uh*huh)
we walk up on this b*tch, we got the flame on us (got the flame on us)
anywhere i see a opp, i let it rain on him (i let it rain on him)
i know the day his brother died, it brought pain to him (it brought pain to him)
for every block it’s a opp with bro name on ’em (with bro name on ’em)

[verse 2: leaf ward]
you can’t name a n*gga gave me sh*t, them losses never made me quit (never)
we run the hood, up back left to right and [?] us
babyboy the craziest, he upped the rate, allegedly (allegedly)
bought these chains to ease the pain, we all look like celebrities (we all look like celebrities)
sh*t got dark i fl!cked that light on, had to grind, ain’t take a night off (ain’t take a night off)
text me, i still get that write off, i sip tris, let n*ggas bite off (let n*ggas bite off)
what they put on, what they can’t put on, they ask me (they ask me)
where i’m from they gon’ tell you, “leaf the wave, he max b” (he max b)
i ain’t f*ckin’ n*ggas hoes no more, leaf take it far (we on some sh*t, for real, for real)
run it up, it ain’t that hard, you scared to drill, go take that car (go take that lil’ car)
had to leave some n*ggas, can’t believe some n*ggas and they ways (and they ways)
i broke that paper down like i ain’t sit out in that trap for days (sit out in that trap for days)
you on your own, this roughhouse, my momma said, “get the f*ck out” (get the f*ck out)
you ain’t get on that kia with that back window busted out (busted out)
[verse 3: ot7 quanny]
look me in my eyes, you gon’ see dollars signs (you gon’ see dollars signs)
i need f*ckin’ money like that n*gga from how high (yeah, i need money)
i don’t really like doin’ shows, i be done left a n*gga (yeah, i be done pop somebody)
i’ma shoot this b*tch until it’s russell westbrook in it (yeah, until it’s zero in it)
i put up thirty every night just like i’m luka dončić (yeah, i’m luka dončić)
this choppa pick a n*gga up just like a uber driver (yeah, like a uber driver)
that b*tch playin’ games, well, i can buy her now (yeah, i can buy you now)
pull up in a trackhawk, sound like a tiger growl (yeah, sound like a tiger growl)
you ain’t got no f*ckin’ money, your lil’ lyin’ ass (your lil’ ass)
all summer it’s gon’ be all bodybags (i promise you, it’s gon’ be all bodybags)
split that check with the same n*ggas i’m on the projects with (yeah, i’m on the projects with)
real hooper, shoot that b*tch, peja stojaković (peja stojaković)
i got a dollar for every follower i got on the ‘gram (yeah, yop)
real legend on my projects, they know i’m the man (yeah, real projects baby)
my phone runnin’, i’m really up, yeah, i be grindin’ hard (trap or die)
these .223’s put you to sleep, them b*tches tylenol (them b*tches tylenol)
yeah, uh*huh, real trap or die
that n*gga been died, yeah, he a throwback like a nelly song (just like a nelly song)
we always at his brother crib, that p*ssy never home (that p*ssy never home)
if i can’t put you to sleep, i bet this choppa will (i bet the choppa will)
this one opp always get away, that n*gga tyreek hill (that n*gga tyreek hill)
pull up with my mask on, they thought scream did it (they thought scream did it)
everybody got on watches, my whole team sh*ttin’ (my whole team sh*ttin’)
all my opps fast, shoulda been runnin’ backs (shoulda been runnin’ backs)
f*ck that dead n*gga, yeah, he ain’t comin’ back (f*ck that n*gga)
i’m on a sixty day run, goin’ for a hundred k (for a hundred k)
plus the hundred i already got, yeah, i ain’t come to play (yeah, i ain’t come to f*ckin’ play)
[outro: ot7 quanny]
uh*huh, uh*huh, yeah, yeah
uh*huh, uh*huh, yop, yop
yop, yop, yop, yop

- ot7 quanny

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