Tyler, The Creator, Chaz Bundick and ScHoolboy Q - Run
Fuck you running for niggaAye nigga, come here nigga
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here stupid bitch
Come over here with that weak ass hat
All y'all niggas smoke y'all brains out
In the car, car light, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast if you think that you not gonna hesitate to pull the thing out
And let that drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
Let his top drop, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga, take a hit nigga
Well I hope you understand you ain't shit nigga
Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang is out to get you
But you stuck in the same house
Nigga never came out, why
With the shame you got something
Say you a real nigga 'cause you killed him
Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For they approval boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see me with my chains out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate, they gon' eat you
They got a homie called Karma he gon' meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can, nigga
That's the shit I be talkin' bout, though
We ain't try'na hear that shit, my nigga
Cuz, stay preachy cuz
Like nigga come on, homie
I don't wanna hear that shit, preachy shit my nigga
Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I don't give a fuck, nigga
Whatchu mean?
Written by:
TYLER OKONMA
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