Pyro Smoke - Runnn

Just left the city jail
Just posted bail
And I aint going back fam
Nah aint no way in hell
Omw back to the trap
Bout to go get me a pack
Seen this whore made a detour
And got some kitty kat
I pulled up to my nigga spot
Like ayo fam gimme that
He fronted me some work
We blew some purp
And I left with a strap
Im on a money route
My baby Momma don't know im out
So I got some time to grizzy grind
Before she starts bugging out
Cash flow what im bout
Big numbers exact amounts
Im bout that guap shit
All that hot shit count me out
Tryna get my money right
So I can take a flight
Disapear
You know get the fuck away from here
Cause my lawyer talking bad
I got time over my head
And besides that
My case is getting looked at by the FEDS
Trunk full of that cain
Riding dirty with the thang
Aint this a bitch
K9s just hopped in my lane

Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
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Im bout to
Run Run Run Run Run Run

The whip stolen
Pac bumping
Picture me rolling
So you know my situation fam
Im bout to try and smoke em
So I pull off to the shoulder
Make him think its all over
Then soon as he approach
Imma stomp it to the floor
Ready set Go
Watch I get Ghost
Tires squeal
Kicking gravel all on his windshield
Now it on
Bitch im gone
This a high speed chase
Shouldve seen the expression on the POLICE face
Sparked me a stray
Got my seatbealt fastened
Weaving like a basket
Through all this traffic
Found an off ramp
Fishtailed
Then I got it back
Had to yank the Ebrake
Almost hit a cadillac
Kept it moving tho
Im evading and illuding
Shit im something like a pro Yeen know that's for sure
The I hit a dead End
Like what do I do NOW
They saying get down on the ground
Im thinking
Feet don't fail me now

Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run Run Run

That's whats running through my head
As I left the whip and fled
I aint going back jack
Tired of sleeping on that rack
Waiting on mail
While niggas set sail
And im luck up in a cell
Aman made hell
Tryna call home
But aint no money on the phone
See people start acting funny
They don't know you when you gone
So jails a place that
I aint tryna be
Rather spread my wings on the streets and be free
So im sprinting jumping fences
Making moves
I aint got nothing to lose
Running from a life sentence
Shit they gone have to caqtch me
And it aint gone be easy
Im gone with the wind
Sum like the breeze be
Cut through the bushes
Think a nose neighbor seen
Me Hit the jects
Duck off with one of my breezies
Note even ten minutes fast
We sitting watching TV
I hear a knock at the door
Damn there goes the DTs

Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run Run Run
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run Run Run

Written by:
Devon Alston

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