Tyb_Defoe - Run it

Ayy, fuckin' around', throw it back, I can make yo day
I can tell you broke, it didn't start, call a triple-A
Let me hear about that play, bitch, I'm on my way
And I've been scoring back-to-back, they like, take him out the game

TYB, take yo bitch, we takin' everything
Who the choppers out, he tryna fight, we shootin' everything
Red tips with a green beam, what this nigga mean
That means when a nigga shoot, he don't miss a thing

Bouncin' off the whip, monkey stick, yellow tape the scene
I just got some blood up on my huh, call him Mr. Clean
I got Scottie on my side, Kobe on my team
And I'ma pour another cup, cause my homie bought some lean

For a bag, I'ma run, baby, I'm a fiend
I'ma do a skit an sell tha gun and buy another thing
This a bitch, I'ma take her, get her in a week
If the Johnnies get me, nigga, I won't even speak, ayy

You a bitch, Jake's behind, you gon' hit the brakes
I take risks, Jake's behind, I'ma do the race
She got butt, but she pretty, nut up on her face
I told the homie, bring a mask and glove, we can't catch a case

Drop a oop, that's our job, get that boy erased
I can take a shot with no soda, I don't need a trace
If she's a ten, I'ma eat it, put it on my face
I can eat it, eat it, eat it good all fucking day

And you ain't gotta say a word, bitch, we down to spray
I'm in the murder, flipping shit, like it's LA
And you ain't gotta say a word, bitch, we down to spray
I'm in the murder, flipping shit, like it's LA

Written by:
Randy Ramirez

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