Lil Barz - Run It

Heard you was talkin' crazy, bitch, let's run that shit, let's go (Let's go)
I done ran up on a pussy and I went down on his hoe
I told that bitch go walk and grab some fuckin' rubbers from the store
Homie, I got shit you need, but I ain't sell it for the low
Best not run up on my block because I got that shit on go
Sell that green, but it ain't grass, and sell that white but it ain't snow
Is you really 'bout that action? Come on pussy, let me know
I don't internet beef, bitch, I put tags on pussy toes
He talkin' out his neck, I put a bullet in his dome
And my hittas got them choppers like we came with Sly Stallone
Yeah, we smokin' on that zaza and I call that shit cologne
I said I called that pussy phone and let him hear his wifey moan
Man ain't got a dollar talkin' like he get some fuckin' figgys (The fuck?)
Bitch, I left a hickey on yo' older sister titty (I did)
I went and got that mouth but I ain't playin' with her kitty
I'm a dog, a great dane, 'cause I fuckin' own this city (Yeah)
Bitch, we Naughty Nasty, we come from where it get gritty
I know some haters that be fans but they ass won't admit it (Nah)
They bitches call me over and you know Lil Barz done hit it
Write a diss on me and I'll push back yo' favorite rapper fitted (Bow)
Heard you was talkin' crazy, bitch, let's run that shit, let's go (Let's go)
I done ran up on a pussy and I went down on his hoe
I told that bitch go walk and grab some fuckin' rubbers from the store (Yuh)
Homie, I got shit you need, but I ain't sell it for the low
Best not run up on my block because I got that shit on go (Bow, bow)
Sell that green, but it ain't grass, and sell that white but it ain't snow
Is you really 'bout that action? Come on pussy, let me know
I don't internet beef, bitch, I put tags on pussy toes
Remember I was in that trap because nobody gave me shit
I went and shocked 'em all and turned they wifey to a navy bitch
Now I'm on a different grind and still tryna' get JAY-Z rich (Hov)
But don't you think I'm scary 'cause I'll empty out this 80 clip (Boom, boom, boom)
Got a big scope on my AR, it's gon' send you pussies packin'
I wipe that bitch's nose but I ain't need no fuckin' napkin (Nah)
Yo' hoe be celebratin' ain't the only thing that's clappin'
Pussy dead on the floor 'fore he even knew what happened
What the fuck his hoe ass thought? Must've thought that I'm just rappin' (Nah)
I'm on the road to riches, homie, I ain't fuckin' crashin' (Nah)
His daddy play with me I'll leave his son a fuckin' bastard (Bow)
My Glock-y got a green dot on the top 'cause it's a hazard (Bow, bow)
Heard you was talkin' crazy, bitch, let's run that shit, let's go
I done ran up on a pussy and I went down on his hoe
I told that bitch go walk and grab some fuckin' rubbers from the store (Brrt)
Homie, I got shit you need, but I ain't sell it for the low
Best not run up on my block because I got that shit on go (Brrt, brrt)
Sell that green, but it ain't grass, and sell that white but it ain't snow
Is you really 'bout that action? Come on pussy, let me know
I don't internet beef, bitch, I put tags on pussy toes

Written by:
Bryan Russell

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