How To Run

Marc Boomin

Y'all niggas can't run with this shit, y'all feel me?
Ghetto Boyz shit

All I really wanna do is count a bunch of pape
All I really wanna really do is bust the face
41 prezi on, what the fuck you think
I just poured a 6 now, what the fuck you drink
My opinion, every bitch with a big butt stink
Bitch really asked me for some pape, did the one face
How the fuck you ain't gon' notice me, I got that one face
Yves left me with a pint of Wock' and I drunk eight
Dog love Runtz slow him down, like when you pump brakes
I love this rap shit, I made 60 racks in one day
I ain't never gotta sign a deal
We gon' get rich, you find them one pills
I'm paying 55 for the orange pills
I have more clothes than the Gucci store did
Fuck her, kiss the coochie on the forehead
I fuck hard, I done ran through 4 beds
So box spring on the floor it is
Double pulled up with a hundred orange heads and a 4 of red
I been running laps around niggas, I'm exhausted
Still'll rap the whole beat, niggas thought I lost it
Where the fuck my chain at? I thought I lost it
Bust a left on the state boys then tossed it
Get the plaque out the buss down, I gotta floss it
Break her back when I buss her down cause she talk shit
Threw 10 shots at them niggas and we caught 6
The first 20 racks I ever made was off a false brick
Aw shit
Glock 9 on me right now full of bald heads
Guarantee I sold you cut drank if you bought red
He ain't really strung out on the hard, he a soft head
Used to listen to what my mama say, I had a soft head
Louboutins on my feet now, so I walk red
A RP30 in me got me moving like the walking dead
Oh he snitching? Hit him with the pistol, he can't talk dead
K hit him in his leg, they replaced it with a peg
Hope I say it one more time, they can't replace the nigga head
He acting like he can't die, I can make the nigga dead
High off percs, I'm in Truth tryna break a stripper leg
6, 000 dollar outfit got me dripping wet
I just gave a bitch 900 for a silhouette
Heard bro just stole your bitch, I'ma steal her neck
Baby you ain't got to suck the dick, just lick the head
If I like the bitch I'll brainfuck her, I'ma hit her head
Tired of fucking on your mama couch, you gotta get a bed
Fucked a pregnant bitch, I think I hit a head
I fucked her friend and she fucked my brother so the bitch ahead
I just got a deuce of Morton Grove I'ma mix with red
Won't give a bitch a dime, I'm tighter than two little pants
I don't need a gun, I can kill you with my hands
Catch me in the summertime taking pictures with the fans
I hop out this 5-50 with FN
They left the back door open, I crept in
I gotta pay my bitch bills, I feel like less a man
You'll never ever hear me say my weapon jammed
My nigga plugged, he can get Hi-Tech in jail
Nigga you don't sell crack, ain't no white on your scale

Ha!
Now that's how you run on some shit, you know what I'm saying
I'ma show you niggas how to run
Ghetto Boyz shit, y'all niggas can't fuck with this