I Ain’t Running

(Dubba-AA flexin') look, look

He gon' do somethin' bad and I’ma flash
We gon' on them
We turn up bad, get on his ass
Soon as he come in this bitch
We make our way out to the truck
I brought that drum to this bitch
I’m out my Top, I’m goin' dumb
Now where you from in this bitch?
(This is the sound)
Dragged that hoe up out the club, stomp 'em
Hit ‘em with them slugs, crash if a nigga mug
I’m from where they show no love
Glock with extension like a plug
Stomp 'em, make 'em get to fuck
Buss it, leave a nigga stuck
Don’t give a fuck when it be up
That tool long
Whoop a bitch soon as he move wrong
Red Rum, that’s my theme song
Draco with a bеam on
Lil' shawty say I calmed down, bitch
Everything you think wrong
Rеvolver lay a nigga down
The shells from the scene gone
You get the picture
Everybody strapped with a pistol
We too official, screamin' "Murder"
We gon' step on a nigga
Long ass extension, say he with it
We gon' burn us a nigga
Three hundred shots, we shoot for hours
We won’t run from no nigga now look here
Buss this bitch and leave him stretched
Murder, we gon' stand on that point 'em
Where them killers at? You know
Where the fuck I’m at
He want smoke? We handle that
We be where the cancer at
My pocket where the hammer at
We pull up where yo' Mammy at
Spin in the whip and we gon' bust
This bitch until they gang gone
Fuck what you hollarin'
Bitch and I ain’t stoppin'
'till yo' brain gone
'Posed to be my nigga but tellin'
Me that my chain gone call it even
Montana the reason that you ain’t gone
I heard they talkin' about steppin' on me
Bitch, you get clapped, you know I’m strapped
You know I stay in the streets
And may the Lord be with this nigga
If he run up on me word to God, I keep that
Rod and fuck that boy, he deceased
You know I tote somethin'
Motherfuck that talkin'
Come and show somethin'
Blow somethin', bitch stop all that reppin'
You ain’t smoke nothin'
Let 'em hold soemthin', talkin'
Like he wit' it, we gon' roll some'
And uh, nigga know we on some'
Watch how quick we fold some'