Lyrics Run - AmBarrack Music

Alright
Mandem still wana beef
If i talk about guns
Then niggas wana run
Mama said
You keep out the block
And keep out the ends
But i knew i could run
Mans still solo
Aint no gang
When i pull up
Niggas wana run
Its a one man army
Do it by myself
But ive got still bread for the gang
Look at my shoes and look at my trainers
Feet for the run run run
No drive by
No shoot out
No gang its just one man army
Mandem fit for the talk
When we talk about the walk
Then niggas wana run
Before i get it
You know i scan it
When i get it
You know i run(lets go)
Top boy in a suit
But the speech so street
Got them niggas feeling confused
At the age of ten shoplifting
Who be dat?
Tell the Mandem me
Couldn't get them so i snatched and run
You know i run run run
Cop in radar
Tryna catch me
But the mans so ready for the run
All right like Nikes
Shoe game lit
So you bet am spicy
Mans not hot but the food so spicy
Chains on my neck so you bet am icy
Cold as the snow
So i keep it on the low
Bad man mind not feet for the show
So i keep it on the low
Bad man mind not feet for the show

Buddy gon', grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
Send shots, make 'em get back
All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
My niggas ain't in to that
Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh)
If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the Fifth (uh)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh
I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs"
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick"
I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic'"
My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen"
I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'"
Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh
Look at the money I'm raisin'
She wanna fuck, hold on
She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment
She get dick, Edible Arrangements
That's the only form a payment
Shawty a snack
And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back
She like, "Papi, you so crazy"
I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (huh)