Run N My Blood

Stay in your path, lil' nigga, worried bout the wrong feet
And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me
I keep shit playa, all that gangsta shit run in my blood
They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was
I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood
I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good
You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar"
When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar
Gangsta bitch season, give my ass a reason
I'll kill these bitches with one movement and it's easy
A celebration gon' be needed when I get it poppin
I run this game like I'm a champ and you know ain't no stoppin'
Turn your speakers on and get to droppin
After you eat my pussy, nigga, get to moppin
Damn, I feel like a vet, always boutta check
And I don't need no baguettes, got gold on my neck
These niggas act like my nephew, they actin' like some toddlers
I don't need kids, I like some gifts and a couple dollars
I just might spazz, don't wanna sleep, you drivin' my crash
I get some D'ussé, pay with cash, zooted out the ass
Damn, I see they future goin' out the window
Since they wanna fuck with me, you know I'm smokin' indoors
I got a lot of Gs with me
You know they carry heat with ease
And if you tryna leave with me
You know we gon' be makin' cheese
Stay in your path, lil' nigga, worried bout the wrong feet
And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me
I keep shit playa, all that gangsta shit run in my blood
They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was
I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood
I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good
You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar"
When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar
Rockstar status, need a rockstar patek
I go hard, don't no bitch want static
I'm a star, I'm magic, on my fingers, I'm tatted
I got bitches and they call me daddy
Got a hard knock life for a ten-star bitch
I've had visions of my future, I'm rich
I can't fuck with no snitch, don't try fuckin' with my digits
I will beat your ass to sleep, make your mama think you missin
I need me a whip with the top down
I'm ridin', I'm slidin', these bitches is hiddin'
And I can't fuck with niggas that's not 'round
We chillin', we vibin', we'll knock off your noggin
Just let me know bout how that Glock sound
I take the glizz on a date, only the team can eat off the plate
Fuckin' with us, you ain't never safe
Be real with me, keep it a hunnid
Can't beef about small shit and money
I get in the booth, I go dummy
You lil' hoes could never son me
I'm hungry, feel it in my tummy
Got hustle mentality, honey
By any means, baby
Can't fuck with crackheads and can't look all bummy
Stay in your path, lil' nigga worried bout the wrong feet
And I ain't stressin' bout no beef, these bitches know me
I keep shit playa, all that gangster shit run in my blood
They always questionin' me, but they been knew what it was
I been on G shit, tryna get up out the hood
I'm always checkin' on my patnas, makin' sure they good
You know my father never said "don't worry bout a dollar"
When I wear designer, gotta make sure that I pop my collar