Stop Running (feat. DD Osama, Sugarhill Ddot, Dee Play4Keeps)

Investigation underway in Harlem after a man was stabbed to death
It happened just before 1 this morning on West 154th Street in St. Nicholas Avenue
Authorities say officers found the man with multiple stab wounds to his torso and legs
His identity yet to be released, and no arrests have been made
(Nah, R1ss0, this too crazy)
Nigga, what? Come here
Stop running, Woo Lotti
Where the fuck is he goin'?
Nigga, ah, ah

Notti died and they thought that was funny?
Lotti got packed the start of 2020
When I hear that sound, word to bro, that shit get me excited
I pray to God that we don't get indicted
Free the bros that got caught for the— ah
I know my niggas used to hearin' them sirens
Everything changed on the night that he died
Like, they got caught by surprise
Ambushed by like six of the guys
This real life, I'm not just tryna rhyme (Come here, now look)
He was screamin' for help and he cried

When I'm spinnin' and spinnin'
I post on your block all black like Wick
We on 43rd, who wanna get hit?
Who wanna go like that fuck nigga Glen?
I throw the switch on the Glock, make him dip
I held my hand, made him ran and he flinched
This shit that I got, this shit'll make you trip
Throw forty-one shots if we run into Jenn (Ayy, come here)

I was like twelve when Woo Lotti died
Thirteen, I was smokin' on Fries
Fourteen, I was smokin' on Nazzy
It's everything dead when we creep through that side
I'm with Roscoe the G, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em
On that block, we could've caught a victim
Talkin' on Dot, yeah, the killers gon' get him
Like, no remorse, yeah, I bet we gon' get 'em
Like, oh, they think it's a game?
Like, this shit deeper than fame
Like, we bend blocks all black in the rain
Like, you get shot tryna look at my chain

He said, ah
We bend blocks like, "Woo Lotti, come here"
We chased opps down the block, let it flare
Shot in the legs, make him crawl like a bear
You hear O's on your block, you be scared
That's what happens on that block, we cause fear
So many opps that we can put in the air
Woo, why you runnin'? Woo Lotti, come here (Ah)

I send a hit 'cause the bros told me that I can't slide
Like, with this thirty on me when I ride
Like, ain't no tellin', I might let off nine
I spin two deep, me and G, you gon' die
Hold on, bro, bitch, I'm on they ass
They ain't goin' nowhere, threw a shot, nigga crashed
Can't go out like—
I seen him trip, nigga, that was his ass

Spinnin' my block wasn't part of the plan
Gee Gotti, Sha, ran on they mans
Like, like, them niggas hurtin'
G started clappin' like this shit is twerkin'
Put the G to his face, make him nervous
How you die with the heat on accident?
Matter fact, on purpose
Two O's on your block, we lurkin'
If I was there, I would've done him like Kurtis