din0babyj - Dont Run (feat. P4boutabag & datrophyc2)

Had to lift the bag on a bitch with this one
Ever since A youngin yeah you know I been smashin' shit
If you give me the ball I'm finna pass that bitch
I'm finna send you on a run, go score that shit

If you fuckin' miss it it's okay we got more to spend
If I shoot my shot then you know it's goin' top bins
I'ma hit a nigga, I'ma put him in a coffin
If he want the smoke, I'ma have that nigga coughin

Gettin' all this money, yeah, I got a fuckin' blue band
Me and bro gon steal your whip, hit it like a two-man
Hit it like a two-man, man, I'm really boxin' niggas out
Always in the streets, niggas have to tell me calm down

I ain't stoppin' till I have a hundred Bentley's and a hundred bitches
Most of you niggas two face so I have to keep my circle small
But the niggas that I hang with, best believe they ain't no snitches
Got me fucked up if you think I'm finna fight over some bitches

Only care about the bag, like, nigga, can't you fuckin' tell
Bitch, I'm bout a bag, fuck everything else
Only trust my mama, I don't trust nobody else
I don't trust nobody else

I'm up outside and we really fuckin' do this
I'm up on your block, I'ma have you lookin' clueless
If you want rain, it's gon' rain with these bullets
I'm up on the block in the whip with my shooters

They got the rugers, you know that they killers
They really be hittin', killa driller, niggas
They really gon' do this, they really gon' shoot you
You don't want smoke, lil' boy, it's for youtube

I'm a lil' nigga, but I still press the issue
While these niggas talkin' like that, I think they gon' do somethin
The only thing they do is run away
Road runner, head ass, go back to your looney tune

Post a pic and your girl textin' me what it do
Now your girl tryna get me to play with a kitty
Girls on FaceTime tryna show me their titties
The way we gon' spin, you can call us a ballerina

These niggas think we playin' a game like this shit's some lotteria
Cartas on me like it's over, give that nigga a surprise
Now he's asleep and he can't open his eyes
Had some real shit, he died

Now his family wishing that the bullet went over his head
Told the king to hop in, we about to go spin
Heard he was dissin', so now he's gon' be blown' away kisses

Real dirty dino shit

Written by:
Johnathan Carbajal, Paulo Mendez

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