Don't Run (Remix)

Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different

Ya boy still whipping like he in this movie business

Got the Jamba Juice right here in the bomber goose (right here)

Niggas tight with me because they baby mama lose

Hold up

You fuck boys ain't get it

She got with a real one

Now fuck boys can't hit it (yeah)

We out here making moves stuck boys ain't with it (yeah)

When the fam pop out you fuck boys ain't litty (huh?)

I had to call cas like bro (what up bro?)

I heard niggas wanna book me for my watch (niggas plotting?)

He said nah it's a Phillippe for a show (oh)

Them niggas wanna book you for a watch (woah)

I guess time is money

If being broke is a joke you never find us funny

I'm on a thousy shit that you on is lousy

So ya shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey (Boom boom boom)

Niggas trying to catch me in the drop

Niggas trying to book me for my watch

They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)

Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)

Niggas trying to catch me in the drop

Niggas trying to book me for my watch

They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom)

Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom)

Fuck boy don't run (where you going?)

Fuck boy don't run (my watch still on me)

Fuck boy don't run (where you going?)

They ain't know I had the gun

Fuck boy don't run

Fuck boy don't run (where you going?)

Fuck boy don't run (get that nigga)

They ain't know I had the gun

Cas

You ain't know I had the sig on me

I could give a fuck about your big homie

Jumpin out that foreign got your bitch on me

In all white looking like I bust a brick open (all white)

You Frank Ocean niggas singing to men

The bouncer know how we rocking, so we bringing them in (got them)

Nuts have that juice around got me leaning again (for what?)

If I say them niggas is ops you'll never see me with them (never)

I book niggas, niggas book me that's gangsta I been cut

Homie tried to book me with a razor, nah

Crippin in the Jeep I'm like Tookie with the wrangler

Tonight I ain't dancing it's hard to boogie with the banger, danger

Yeah, yeah, Don, bitch

Cas I got you my nigga

Niggas try to book me for my watch

Me and boogie in the drop got my hoody and the Glock

Couple years back we was cooking cookies in the pot

I had a 30, try ten, I was a rookie in the spot

Fast forward to now, I'm the nigga the hoes chose

Bartenders and pole hoes giving me low blows

Now we whipping the Rolls slow maybe the Porsche gold

Cuban is rose gold dollar fonta with four O's

Studied the game tapes you the king I remain ace

I done ate dinner shaved crack on the same plate

Sparks still it hit how a car feel

I hit your car wheel but I make it cartwheel 'til the tarp peel (bang)

School of hard knocks I got knocks selling hard crills

Lyrical operated I ain't taking the narcs deal, nah

Niggas gonna try to throw dirt if they want

But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month (what)

Don, Don, Don

You know where the Nets play

Out in Brooklyn shooting niggas in broad day

Running off on the plug nigga that's no way (they don't know that)

Out in Brooklyn getting brick from the oyay

It's two times, comma that

Brooklyn bring that money back

Tried to catch me slipping in Lust

Left with a hundred pack

Shooters like a quarterback

Money long I ordered that

You should never thought of that

Now you can't get your daughter back