Satterfieldd - Run It

Run it run it
Run it like a hundred yard dash
Stuntin' stuntin'
Hop in the whip go smash
Blunted blunted
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Hop in the whip go smash
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast
Hop in the whip go smash
Passin' out crash on the dash
Ricky Bobby first you last
My weed I don't pass
My weed you won't smoke
Who the fuck want smoke
I take that charge you fold
Just like an envelope
NASCAR Jeff Gord zoom
Fast car jet go vroom
Thousand dollar check on my shoes
Ghost in that phantom bitch I got leg room
Fly ya' bitch out on spirit
Broke talk I can't hear it
My checks they always clearin'
You airport bitch I'm leer'in
Can't smoke this in first class
Red eye flyin' real fast
I'ma Migo motorsport fast
Takeoff wit' ya' bitch she bad
Yo bitch she badd & boujee
I'm rubbin' on her booty
My diamonds dance like Chris
My bitch look like Karrueche
Run it run it
Run it like a hundred yard dash
Stuntin' stuntin'
Hop in the whip go smash
Blunted blunted
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Hop in the whip go smash
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast
Run up on me wrong my niggas they bussin' (They got the drake)
Goddamn I love it
Always keep that act yea I'm sippin' on tussin (Sippin' that drank)
My cup stay flooded
Sherbet in my wood yea that's peaches & cream (Pressure)
Shit came from Russia
Smoke a hundred Russian Creme's in a hour (My eyes Jacky Chan)
No Chris Tucker
I'm great like dane
I max out the pain
Grip on the grain
When I'm swervin' them lanes
Count up a count up a check I might do it
Pounce if you bounce yea I'm watchin' ya' movement
I'm Rick wit the ruler
Embalming fluid
I tie you I fry you now die on a stake
Dee Satt that nigga so ruthless
I'm spittin' until I am toothless
Please do not play with them toolies
Stay & see better dash cause you clueless
Pay me in cash or medulla
Pay me in bread or pay me in head
Just need a bad model bitch to make my bed
Shut up just swallow bitch and take yo meds
She grabbin' on my balls like she pitchin' for the Mets
Like she pitchin' for the Mets
Run it run it
Run it like a hundred yard dash
Stuntin' stuntin'
Hop in the whip go smash
Blunted blunted
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Hop in the whip go smash
BP tree tree gas
Feed me feed me bands
Run up on me wrong let the clip go blast

Written by:
Darrell Satterfield

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