Run run run
Run run run
Run run run
Mmmmmmm
Run run run
Hey hey hey
Okay kay kay
What it do what it does
What it is in this bitch
Nigga make a move
Swift socks and shoes
It's a rap track meet we running this bitch
I'ma fire up this beat getting smoked
I'ma go go so iron lung on this bitch
I'ma bend it over go raw f*ck it up right all night
I'ma bout to cum in this bitch
Strapped on end with eight of my kin
That's nine four fives like a quarter til ten
Let the beat breath 'cause I'm 'bout to go in
All a nigga need is some oxygen
Fire and these niggas look like logs
Roast these hams man they cook like hogs
Ooh I'm 'bout to go ghoul
'Bout to burn you fools guess I look like Smaug
And I ain't ever been a sucka
Better make a clone 'cause there will never be another
Tell these other rappers they don't want that drama
I'm god in the hood like a nigga Obama
My raps sound like a spark of loud
Yo shit sounds like a spark of reggie
So far ahead man its hard to catch me
Sleeping on these rappers narcolepsy
Aw shit, here comes trouble
Lost my mind better make that double
I don't give a nod if you really gotta prob
You can grab my wand bitch blow my bubbles
Woo, how I lean on mics
Couldn't hang with me in your dreams
Flow with ease so I seem in flight
Check my glow see how I beam
Nigga ask god
At you niggas neck like an ascot
Deading you dudes so ahead of you fools
Cause a nigga go left its Nascar
Sick I don't even seem alright
Projectile vomit I don't need no mic
Killin' these tracks as a matter of fact
I'll bring it back I breath in life
Exhale
Fear these rhymes I expel
I don't even think I direct link to god
It's like we Nextel
I bleed for this
Gotta get a hit I fiend for this
Trying to get out these streets so I'm at yo dome like when Katrina hit
Man you ain't a beast I'll bring that feast
Couldn't eat me with that small as belly
All yo raps they coming off whack
I'll eat yo jams I call that jelly
My mind runnin' at a fast pace
Gonna lose it like I'm last place
And you know I'm the shit
'Cause a nigga spitting lyrics like a bad taste
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Run run run
Run run run
Run run run
Mmmmmmm
Run run run
Hey hey hey
Okay kay kay
What it do what it does
What it is in this bitch
Nigga make a move
Swift socks and shoes
It's a rap track meet we running this bitch
I'ma fire up this beat getting smoked
I'ma go go so iron lung on this bitch
I'ma bend it over go raw f*ck it up right all night
I'ma bout to cum in this bitch
Strapped on end with eight of my kin
That's nine four fives like a quarter til ten
Let the beat breath 'cause I'm 'bout to go in
All a nigga need is some oxygen
Fire and these niggas look like logs
Roast these hams man they cook like hogs
Ooh I'm 'bout to go ghoul
'Bout to burn you fools guess I look like Smaug
And I ain't ever been a sucka
Better make a clone 'cause there will never be another
Tell these other rappers they don't want that drama
I'm god in the hood like a nigga Obama
My raps sound like a spark of loud
Yo shit sounds like a spark of reggie
So far ahead man its hard to catch me
Sleeping on these rappers narcolepsy
Aw shit, here comes trouble
Lost my mind better make that double
I don't give a nod if you really gotta prob
You can grab my wand bitch blow my bubbles
Woo, how I lean on mics
Couldn't hang with me in your dreams
Flow with ease so I seem in flight
Check my glow see how I beam
Nigga ask god
At you niggas neck like an ascot
Deading you dudes so ahead of you fools
Cause a nigga go left its Nascar
Sick I don't even seem alright
Projectile vomit I don't need no mic
Killin' these tracks as a matter of fact
I'll bring it back I breath in life
Exhale
Fear these rhymes I expel
I don't even think I direct link to god
It's like we Nextel
I bleed for this
Gotta get a hit I fiend for this
Trying to get out these streets so I'm at yo dome like when Katrina hit
Man you ain't a beast I'll bring that feast
Couldn't eat me with that small as belly
All yo raps they coming off whack
I'll eat yo jams I call that jelly
My mind runnin' at a fast pace
Gonna lose it like I'm last place
And you know I'm the shit
'Cause a nigga spitting lyrics like a bad taste
Run run run
Run run run
Mmmmmmm
Run run run
Hey hey hey
Okay kay kay
What it do what it does
What it is in this bitch
Nigga make a move
Swift socks and shoes
It's a rap track meet we running this bitch
I'ma fire up this beat getting smoked
I'ma go go so iron lung on this bitch
I'ma bend it over go raw f*ck it up right all night
I'ma bout to cum in this bitch
Strapped on end with eight of my kin
That's nine four fives like a quarter til ten
Let the beat breath 'cause I'm 'bout to go in
All a nigga need is some oxygen
Fire and these niggas look like logs
Roast these hams man they cook like hogs
Ooh I'm 'bout to go ghoul
'Bout to burn you fools guess I look like Smaug
And I ain't ever been a sucka
Better make a clone 'cause there will never be another
Tell these other rappers they don't want that drama
I'm god in the hood like a nigga Obama
My raps sound like a spark of loud
Yo shit sounds like a spark of reggie
So far ahead man its hard to catch me
Sleeping on these rappers narcolepsy
Aw shit, here comes trouble
Lost my mind better make that double
I don't give a nod if you really gotta prob
You can grab my wand bitch blow my bubbles
Woo, how I lean on mics
Couldn't hang with me in your dreams
Flow with ease so I seem in flight
Check my glow see how I beam
Nigga ask god
At you niggas neck like an ascot
Deading you dudes so ahead of you fools
Cause a nigga go left its Nascar
Sick I don't even seem alright
Projectile vomit I don't need no mic
Killin' these tracks as a matter of fact
I'll bring it back I breath in life
Exhale
Fear these rhymes I expel
I don't even think I direct link to god
It's like we Nextel
I bleed for this
Gotta get a hit I fiend for this
Trying to get out these streets so I'm at yo dome like when Katrina hit
Man you ain't a beast I'll bring that feast
Couldn't eat me with that small as belly
All yo raps they coming off whack
I'll eat yo jams I call that jelly
My mind runnin' at a fast pace
Gonna lose it like I'm last place
And you know I'm the shit
'Cause a nigga spitting lyrics like a bad taste
Writer: Brandon Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid