Lyrics Run It - Mic Allen

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh

Hopped on my land cruiser bend around around the corner
Seen a nigga rolling dice and smokin marajunna
Had a couple chains and a charm with his name
And a clean pair a jay
Know i had to run up on him (give me that)
Who you G, what ya business be
Where ya granny stay and whats the name of her street
Yeen heard about me and how I make ends meet
Okay well run that like a track meet
I need ya chain ya charms the bling thats on ya arm
Ya pack ya shoes and all the shit you own
Dont be alramed this wont take to long
Give me what i want and soon i'll be gone
I got other stops to make
Other people to make hate
I make bank
And i aint got a choppa but i got a 38
And all it take is one shot
Pray the medics aint late
Run it

Niggas always flexing profits
All on facebook and IG poppin
Like i really wont go in they pockets
What you got on my 40 homie
Run it
Niggas always say they love to hit licks
Until its you going off in the shit
Make me debo a nigga for the bricks
What you got on my 40 homie
Run it

Tucking in ya chain
That shit'll never work
Trying to call on ya gang
Boy that shit there'll get you hurt
Welcome to the house of pain
Housewarming party for the rappers first
Robbing any nigga in a dress or a purse
Im the same nigga jacked lil uzi for his vert
Im on plies shit
Put ya hands in the air
Empty out ya pockets sit cha phone over there
Or im creepin in a rental tryin to find me a window
Might hit a back door anyway i got to get it
Creep creep creep
All black ski mask leather gloves
Pray nobody's in the house time to get it out the mud
Hope nobody on the team gotta use these slugs(fest)

Niggas always flexing profits
All on facebook and IG poppin
Like i really wont go in they pockets
What you got on my 40 homie
Run it
Niggas always say they love to hit licks
Until its you going off in the shit
Make me debo a nigga for the bricks
What you got on my 40 homie
Run it