Letras
I'm in a real studio
Uh
His ass run off, we chase him and get him
What? Run off, we chase him and get him
Huh? Run off, we chase him and get him
Yuh, run off, we chase him and get him
Whoa (go!)
His ass run off, we chase him and get him
(Run off, we chase him and get him)
His ass run off, we chase him and get him
What? Run off, we chase him and get him
Yeah, run off, we chase him and get him
Huh? Run off, we chase him and get him (get him!)
Go, run off, we chase him and get him
Bitch
Percocets and lean, I got opioids in my system (yeah)
Nigga talkin' down, hollows for him, I will not diss him (uh)
Givenchy on my kicks, 30 round, extended sticks
That girl heard I was a rapper, now I got her spam and pics
Red dots and suppressors, I like attachments on my blicks (my blicks) (yeah)
I like attachments on my blicks
My mother kicked me out the crib, and then I went and bossed up (bossed up)
50 bands plus another 50, bitch, I'm sauced up
Givenchy on this Polo t-shirt, no, it's not Lacoste
Flashed him with this hundred round
What happened? You was actin' all tough
I knew you was a bitch, boy, you act like you got some Double-Ds (some Double-Ds)
I bought Balenci' in the store, I like them Double-B's (Balenci')
You would think my hoe a vegan, all she know is smokin' trees
I'm too quick to pull the trigger, all it take is one lil' sneeze