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Woah, Woah
Bitch, I'm on the run
Bitch, I'm on the run
Bitch, I'm on the run (On the run)
I can't give her love because she always on, one
Rappin' up on these beats, I feel like I'm the one
She just won, one way ticket to hell cause that bitch ain't no fun
Like I said, I'm rappin' up on these beats cause I feel like I'm the man (Woah)
Hangin' up on yo bitch cause she not making
plans (Making plans)
Hangin' up on your brodie, he not making bands (Making bands)
Can't fuck with all these bitches, they just act like fans (Act like fans)
Can only the baddest bitches pull down on my pants
Come on, get your act together, this ain't what you want, huh
Fuck it up, me and my homies gon' roll this blunt
D8 cart right to the face, I think I see the sun comin' up
Shoutout moon, that's the gang, yeah, all my boys we comin' up
This is not a Lambo, this is not a Wraith, this a soul
Demonic bitch up in my ear, I think I might just take her soul
Run up on me, toting poles
I'm not Speed, no Tottenham
Fuckin' on that bitch, give her backshots while she clap her hands
We are not the same (Not the same)
Run up, pussy boy, stay up in yo lane (In yo lane)
Remember when you said you wanna fight, well, let's do it then
Run up, toting G-19, bitch, you on the ground again
Bitch, I'm on the run
I can't give her love because she always on, one
Rappin' up on these beats, I feel like I'm the one
She just won, one way ticket to hell cause that bitch ain't no fun
Like I said, I'm rappin' up on these beats cause I feel like I'm the man (Woah)
Hangin' up on yo bitch cause she not making
plans (Making plans)
Hangin' up on your brodie, he not making bands (Making bands)
Can't fuck with all these bitches, they just act like fans (Act like fans)
Can only the baddest bitches pull down on my pants
Come on, get your act together, this ain't what you want, huh
Fuck it up, me and my homies gon' roll this blunt
D8 cart right to the face, I think I see the sun comin' up