Lyrics Run It Down - Onnagondola
(1500)
Yeah
I
got
green
crack
on
me,
not
your
OG
homie
I'm
not
your
OG
homie
Do
not
hit,
don't
call
me
Do
not
hit
my
line,
do
not
hit
my
line
Uh
yeah,
I
be
posted
up
smoking
gas
all
night
Smoking
gas
all
night,
I'm
a
nightrider
I
be
sleeping
thru
the
day
you
be
nine
to
fivin'
Motherfuckers
weird
on
camera
they
be
905'ing
OG
hit
the
motherfuckin'
road
with
some
psilocybin
Run
up
hit
your
dome
with
a
reticle,
we
getting
violent
I
got
purple
all
up
on
my
feet
and
I'm
getting
violet
Pull
up,
post
up,
I
might
mix
it
up
like
Wake
Up
Violet
I
can't
fuck
with
that
bitch
no
more
yeah
okay
she
wild'n
I
lean,
pivot,
sway,
but
they
don't
want
you
to
know
about
it
People
think
they
knowing
shit
but
do
not
know
about
it
My
mind
be
crowded
with
these
demons,
I
feel
so
surrounded
Why
you
looking
for
a
handout?
You
ain't
hold
it
down
I
be
spitting
all
this
shit
off
dome,
I
ain't
wrote
it
down
Wait,
whatchu
got
right
now?
Whatchu
holding
now?
Pressure
on
my
motherfuckin'
shoulder
like
a
boulder
now
Everybody
bothering
me
now
they
love
to
copy
style
I
be
rocking
out
when
I
walk
out,
I
got
exotic
out
I
want
boats
like
Nautica
all
on
my
house
Hollow
rounds
inside
the
fucking
tool
we
blast
another
round
Shouldn't
come
around
here,
should've
took
another
route
Pull
up
with
a
chopper
on
the
road
and
we
dumping
now
Pull
up
with
choppers
on
the
road
and
then
we
dump
em'
down
I
sleep
all
day
and
all
night
I
run
to
the
money
now
You
don't
got
no
loud,
I
swear
your
pack
be
making
funny
sounds
All
these
bitches
tweaking
on
my
line
they
wanna
touch
me
now
Get
the
work
and
then
I
chop
it
down,
I
call
my
runners
out
Ain't
no
fucking
games
in
this
bitch
we
really
run
the
town
You
ain't
with
no
gang
we
spun
your
block
and
then
you
run
around
it
Hold
up,
run
it
down,
I
might
run
it
down
Run
around,
he
ain't
with
the
run
around
Pull
up
run
it
down,
I
just
run
it
down
Yeah
Run
it
now,
still
jumping
out
the
house
yeah
hold
up
wait
Still
jumping
out
the
house
huh,
jumping
out
the
Jumping
out
the
house,
you
jumping?
Huh,
still
jumping
out
the
house,
you
jumping
out
of
bounds
Feel
like
Jimmy,
gotta
go,
I
gotta
bounce
You
don't
wanna
catch
it
over
here
The
hollow
rounds
I
keep
designer
all
on
my
body
when
I
walk
around
They
tried
talking
down
but
these
bitches
out
here
stalking
now
I
be
off
the
za,
I'm
off
the
loud,
OG
pull
up
on
the
stage
and
he
rock
the
crowd
I
sleep
all
day
and
all
night
I
run
to
the
money
now
You
don't
got
no
loud,
I
swear
your
pack
be
making
funny
sounds
All
these
bitches
tweaking
on
my
line
they
wanna
touch
me
now
Get
the
work
and
then
I
chop
it
down,
I
call
my
runners
out
Ain't
no
fucking
games
in
this
bitch
we
really
run
the
town
You
ain't
with
no
gang
we
spun
your
block
and
then
you
run
around
it
Hold
up,
run
it
down,
I
might
run
it
down
Run
around,
he
ain't
with
the
run
around
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