Big Zay 305 - RUN YA DOWN

I have it all, it's got a pull, but ain't no strippers around
Squeeze the trigger finger, catch a bullet round
Squeeze the trigger finger, catch a bullet round
Squeeze the trigger finger, catch a bullet round

Squeeze the trigger finger, catch a bullet round
Just hit the block, bitch, I'm swerving
Shoot her out the window
Big 40 on him like he Haslem

My shoota GET'EM
Heard that you talking op-talk, so that's an autopsy
Go get the bag and toe tag
My niggas never sleep

In the drought, we dig up the dough
Cock a pack, nigga, get us some more
Hurry up again. My niggas never going dry again
Loose lips gon' get dealt with

Bullet holes to your mouth, dentist
I'm on a paper route for them ends
Hope you ain't in the way, man
My niggas really get loose. Hope you ain't on that ooh-ooh

On my block, push bus pipes
and A-K, bullets take flight
So if I run you down, you won't flee
This chopper here just don't sleep

So if I run you down, you won't flee
This chopper here be on fleek
My nigga run you down and he gon' really have it
All my niggas shooters, we be bout the havoc

Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp

My nigga run you down and he gon' really have it
All my niggas shooters, we be bout the havoc
Call us. Got to po-pend. Ain't no strippers round
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp

Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
Squeezes. Trigger finger. Catch a bullet romp
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Written by:
Jose Cordero

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