L2 Heartless - RUN ME DAT!

Whew!
L2... Heartless

Somebody call the coroner
(Ya better call'm)
Somebody call the coroner
(Ya better call'm!)
See them boys flexing hard
(Huh)
They really driving foreigns bruh
(Hell yeah)
They really driving foreigns bruh
(Hell yeah!)
I see you got your money up
(Huh)
Where he say he in the trap
(He be trapping)
Ima have his ass running through the flats though
(Ya better run)
Know that ass running out the back door
(Ya better run!)
And I had to go and chase him through the flats though
(Better RUN!)
Now he running through the masonry
(Huh)
Ya know I'm a mercenary
(Huh)
That boy kept talking bout it
(Yeah)
So I had to come see about it
(Yeah)
Face turn to stone when I show up
(Uh huh)
Better run me that bag or get tore up

Run me that bag
(when ya running up the check)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(When ya stack it to the ceiling)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya wanna keep it on ya)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya spread game nice)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up

I know you've hustling hard to pay your bills
(Right)
Breaking it down, chopping it up you got skills
(Right)
Hand me the bag or I put bullet, through windshield
(Mmm hmm)
With heat so hot, it cause a wind chill
(Damn)
Then leave your body in a landfill
(Damn)
Spark heat like hammer hits an anvil
(Damn)
That pride was the one that got yo ass killed
(Huh)
Could've just been cool and made a done deal
(Right)
I know ya gotta be
(Huh)
So cautious
(Huh)
When ya see me face ya get nauseous
(Uh huh)
Cause the boy been doing things awesome
(Yep)
Gotta get the bag and what it cost him
(What)
His life though, but it be like that
Know I gotta eat like that
(Huh)
Try to fight the feeling
Now he on his back looking at the ceiling
Run me that bag
(When ya running up the check)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(When ya stack it to the ceiling)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya wanna keep it on ya)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya spread game nice)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up

Gotta be a rider, be provider for my people
Though my people think I'm evil
And doing things illegal
Plus I'm doing things to people
That I really shouldn't do
Only god can judge me
Who the fuck are you
And who you beefing with
Niggas never tell you
Until ya homies hit
Na ya and hurt and you wanna ride for the shit
Na ya made and you wanna cry bout the shit
If ya talk about it better be about it
When you see me with it, know I never leave without it
And I doubt it because of all the shit you've been smoking on
Looking for me every where like a Pokemon
Know I'm coming with it and the running from it
Cause I'm running with
Yeah I done it and I did it
And I do it for the cheddar
Because a little bit of cheddar makes your life
A little better, better, better

Run me that bag
(When ya running up the check)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(When ya stack it to the ceiling)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya wanna keep it on ya)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up
Run me that bag
(Say ya spread game nice)
Better run me that bag, boy run it up

Written by:
LARRY MANNING

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