EddySaintClout - T.T.R Lyrics

Ou
Let's go!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eddy!
Don't run nigga
Don't even do it, bruh
Got the Tooly on me right now (On me)
You try to run, I'ma (You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you)
And- Ou (He-He think I'm pussy)
Pussy! (See I'm smokin' on that Indoor)
On that Indoor
Yuh
Bang!
Bahh!
(Who? Eddy) Yuh, don't try to run. Don't try to run
My shit keep him running, he run marathon
Hiatus you on, and I ran your shit up
I ain't even running I ran this shit up
Now let me slow down
Reside in the nawf
I'm EddySaintClout, what's cracking like chalk
Herrington road, where a nigga get folded and flexed if he think he 1564
Most these Gwinnett niggas from Gwinnett though
But they gone claim New York or Chicago
I'm really up north, like the pole where it's cold
A nigga might need a lil coat
Then I so my walk, it came with a talk
These boys talking hard
We know that they soft
I pay for no loss, whatever the cost
Stack the bread, let it sit like a loft
And maybe a loaf
Ain't missin' a crumb
Shawty lit, she only kiss with her tongue
Beat in her back and she feel it or some
We gone get rackades I feel it or some
They gone ride the wave cause this shit is fun
See, you better be better waiting or some
I'ma just wait till that better day come
Don't try to run boy, it's better days (Uhh)
You try to run
I'ma cock my gat and blast you
He think I'm pussy, see
I'm smokin' on that indoor
You tryna run
I'ma cock my gat and blast you
You think I'm pussy
So I'm smokin' on that Indoor!
You try to run
Yeah
Ou, Eddy
(I'ma cock my gat and blast you. He think I'm pussy, see I'm smokin' on that indoor GAS!)