Lets Run It

Shots fired like death stroke

We bout' to take it over like Destro

This .45

Turn your fucking brain into pesto

I'm that dope

My dawgs coming with me

Like Petco

Throw something in your stomach

Like Pepto

This Tempio locked and loaded

To let go

Everybody on the floor bitch

Cause I'm a said so

And while you on the ground

You should be counting ten toes

And if you copy that

Holla back with a 10-4

(Aww bitch, shut up)

Now don't nobody move

This a stick-up and

I don't even wanna hear a hiccup

You thinking it's a game

Till you have to pick the stick up

Provide my own bag, Save a Lot

You gettin' zipped up

Check look, catch a palm to your face

Like a 5 o'clock shadow

Apologize

I don't act like an adult

Bitch, I'm an asshole

How I got they sodium high?

I'm like Trump at the podium

I keep yelling

LET'S FIGHT

I don't wanna talk about nothin'

Sign language

Throwing these punches

And you can update Google translate

But you understand these hands

When they fuckin' say something

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's

I got my runnin' shoes on cocksucker

Bout to get me some miles in

You can reap the consequence

Of all the shit that your mouth said

You got options

You could take it to auction

And put your hands up bitch

I bet you get outbid

So ruminate

I'll light up your jaw

Make it luminate

Traylormade standing in a circle

Yelling KUMITAE

Faggot actin' dumb

Saying "who are they?"

Blue in the face

Now Doc got'em on a scuba tank

Bitch I'm cool

Be bop and rock steady

Foot clan ham and eggers

Got an answer to the shredder

Imma' tap you for your pockets

I'm gonna need a head of lettuce

But don't be mad

I'll black out and I'll forget it

Bitch, I get drunk

And make a terrible choice

That I don't care to avoid

And I'm aware

That you're there with your boys

I'm dialed in

I don't hear any noise

Put this elbow to your throat

Apparently you don't care for your voice

Let's fight

I don't wanna talk about nothin'

Sign language

Throwin' these punches

And you can update Google Translate

But you understand these hands

When they fucking say somethin'

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck a Cadillac

I'm riding horseback

With Rorschach

You out here playing dirty

Get a target on your back

All these motherfuckers

Playing checkers and no chess

End up in the alley with no dress

And broke legs

No stress and no doubt

Pull the ratchet out the saddle bag

And load it up and then roll out

We don't drive by

We park, aim and shoot

Cause we pillage in the village

Give me the loot

Give me the loot

Gesundheit bitch

Bless that

In the moonlight, I transform

And rip off your best hat

With your head still in it

Still grinning

Sociopathic

My rap got no feeling

Eyes like midnight

Mind on high noon

This nine on my side, called mine

Been fine tuned

Ready for the showdown

Steady my gun

Let me show you how the West was won

So come on, let's fight

I don't wanna talk about nothin'

Sign language

Throwin' these punches

And you can update Google translate

But you understand these hands

When they fucking say something

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Yeah, bring the smoke

Like Bogart

We got unfinished business

Like Mozart

And you gonna feel the pressure

Marty Bird in the Ozarks

We coming to collect

Like loan sharks

Selling wolf tickets

That's the wrong start

Bite if you gon' bark

I know there's bigger and badder

Trained to fight dudes

But there ain't no rules out here

And I don't like to lose

Headbutt, knife cut, axe handle

Want it

I'll hit you with a fucking xylophone

I get my hands on it

Remain calm like a false alarm

Fore' this blade get to swinging

Like a wiper arm

I ain't no killer but

It's different if my life is on the line

Cause' I'm gonna make sure my wife

And my kids gonna be fine

About the time you gettin'

That adrenaline rush

Gotti, Dolph, Jeff, Crown

PULLIN' UP IN THE TRUCK

Traylormade

And we ain't making a fuss and such

If it was on sight

Then why the fuck you talking to us?

Bitch, let's fight

I don't really care about nothing

Sign language

Throwing these punches

And you can update Google translate

But you understand these hands

When they fucking say something

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Fuck talk, let's run it

Let's run it