Run Like Hell Songtext
von 509 BMG

Yo, the chop make niggas run like hell
What the hell, he left his mans too busy tryna save himself
Nigga done fell flat, layin on his back, I think he needs some help
Most these niggas puttin′ on an act, they think that we can't tell

I walk around with Glock and chops, I don′t got shit for sale
It's K's at my momma house, and ammunition in the mail
Nigga play, it′s four shots, no four count, I′m not Pharrell
The brass catch on the stick, I ain't leavin′ no shells

The brass catch on the stick, I ain't leavin′ no casings
I'm tryna leave a pussy nigga face on the fuckin′ pavement
I wish you knew how many niggas died, for playin' crazy
You better go back to safety, momma gon' miss her baby


I keep the G like Freemason, send you back to your maker
I roll a nigga up with Grabba Leaf and rice paper
My young niggas do what I say, I′m like a dictator
I make your bitch do what it do, she like a dick taker

I′m tryna find out why the fuck the nigga even claim her
Nigga, get popped, ain't no warning shots, it ain′t no disclaimers
I don't fuck with these niggas, Mike Richards, Cosmo Kramer
You shoot at me, I′ma bust it back, nigga, that's a no-brainer

You better start with that flaggin, that shit be so theater
These niggas pussy, I just take that shit as entertainment
I take that shit as entertainment, I know y′all fakin
I turn a nigga ass to vapor for testin' my patience

Yo, the chop make niggas run like hell
What the hell, he left his mans too busy tryna save himself
Nigga done fell flat, layin on his back, I think he needs some help
Most these niggas puttin' on an act, they think that we can′t tell