Run4mok - SEARCH & DESTROY (feat. Jordy Fresco & Kaytap) Lyrics

Run it up
All this cash I'm getting, yeah
Lately I've been just throwing up
So much money, can't get enough
Search & destroy that's what we do
They don't stand a chance against us
Up in the stu we coming up
Yeah, fly stars, we're hyped up
Give me space on a beat I'ma turn it to void
I'm more a black hole
Not a star but I'm sure
I'm lightyears, got no buzz but of course
You're losing the ring like you're filing divorce
I'm nothing if not determined for the cause
So I'm in the stu every day like a chore
It'd be a shame to not kill every beat
My serial numbers are getting too long
It looks like a barcode when writing on sheet
And when you scan through it you'll prolly hear (beep)
I'm flowing harder than the seven seas
When I cannonball and I dive on the beat
It's high pressure when I'm deep like the ocean
I'm better than you'll ever be and I'm coasting
Hating on me is
F*ck it you're bogus
Praying for me to fail is yo' sin
Came from the bottom and I never bothered you
Now that you got it locked they want to follow you
They used to pick at me but never break
Now I got the combination they ain't safe
They want to f*ck me over like I ain't
The one that don't trust nobody with no faith
Like I ain't the one to give it to you straight
I'd never bend for anybody fake
I am the one that everybody hates
Cause I'm not the one to fake it to your face
I'm not the one to pat you on the back
For doing something that I already aced
They say the odds against me and they're stacked
The chip on my shoulder was never attached
I'll never lose it with hand I was dealt
I slide through the green like cards on the felt
Run it up
All this cash I'm getting, yeah
Lately I've been just throwing up
So much money, can't get enough
Search & destroy that's what we do
They don't stand a chance against us
Up in the stu we coming up
Yeah, fly stars, we're hyped up
I find a beat and I go for the kill like its search and destroy
I got these verses backed up in my notes
So I'm picky and choosey when making a choice
I got a feat for the bro
And he knows that I'll murder it anytime I make a noise
Ex bitch is banging my line
But I'm better off high so I'm getting it in with my boys
I'm never stopping
I'm going until I can say I'm the best
I got these people want me to stay down
So I know that I'm grinding not taking a rest
Used to be up in the street where you find me
But some cunts get busy they question my cred
Don't really care on the real I'm the G.O.A.T.
And bitch, I've always known that your feds, f*ck off
Everybody want me all in my feelings
Foot to the floor but I'm breaking the ceiling
How are you so offbeat but want a challenger?
You don't need metronome you need a calendar
I swear don't hit me up for no feature
If you sound like you're having a seizure
Don't ever hit me up to collab if you need autotune to not be ass
Free for all and I'm gon' light the match up
You ain't authentic bitch, you just a character
Need assault, you getting peppered, I'm seasoned
Force you to shut down like you're Napster
F*ck it, you're shallow, never been in deep end
Drowning in debt but give advice free then
If you got anything to say, keep it
You're lil music's dead we ain't peep it
You the bitch in the back of the room screaming out hate
Whatever happened to you
Don't want to see me get played
I got a habit to say pretty much anything I think
So you catching a stray like dog pound, no shelter
When I vent, I air them out with no filter
Might be a little bit difficult, off kilter
You ain't on the pedal and even your stems wilter
Killing this shit with Kaytap, we're here to
Run it up
All this cash I'm getting, yeah
Lately I've been just throwing up
So much money, can't get enough
Search & destroy that's what we do
They don't stand a chance against
Up in the stu we coming up
Yeah, fly stars, we're hyped up