Reno Valay - Just Another Story

And who you be
Where you running to
Who you trynna see
We got you running out that party
Like you trynna bless the streets
You ducking shots
Running to the opps
Your girl calling the cops
We snatch her phone
Put it to her dome
That line gon see her home
We taking shots
As we just lurk the scene
We trynna catch an opp
Where they be
Thought this was they block
Thought they rolling deep
All i see
Is the hero fiens
Where there servers be
My cro is watching
For whoever lacking
Bout to get it cracking
Oh what happen
My cro grabbed the mac n
Started with the action
What we packing
Got that glock and hatchet
Watching for reactions
Satisfaction
Got us doing dashes
Found out where they trapping
Now the plot is getting thicker
We about to make some figures
What you thought
We couldn't find some opps
Cooking on the block
Take a photo of the resi
Cause we bout to make a stop
Send that off
Got the addy too
What they gonna do
Bout to walk up in the crib
Cause we bout to set it loose
And who you be
Where you running to
Who you trynna see
We got you running out that party
Like you trynna bless the streets
You ducking shots
Running to the opps
Your girl calling the cops
We snatch her phone
Put it to her dome
That line gon see her home
We taking shots
My homie curve the block
He bout to set it off
We caught an opp
Lacking in the back
He trynna get the strap
Where they at
All your partners too
We bout to eat they food
Ain't no running when we get to gunning
Coming after you
I'm looking down
Where the money at
What's that Jimmy Choos
What's your size
Nah forget all that
Strip until your nude
What's that sound
It's coming from the room
They gun my homie down
I turn around
I gun my oppy down
And run into the crowd
I see his girl
Picking up the phone
Dialling in the code
What's up hoe
You already know
You about to go
I snatch her phone
Put it to her dome
Chrome gon be the tone
She close her eyes
I squeeze it twice
And watch her soul
Like flashing lights
And who you be
Where you running to
Who you trynna see
We got you running out that party
Like you trynna bless the streets
You ducking shots
Running to the opps
Your girl calling the cops
We snatch her phone
Put it to her dome
That line gon see her home
We taking shots

Written by:
Nathan Hibbert

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