paroles de chanson Got 'Em Runnin' (feat. Breesy) - MK47

Why he running?
Running from bro that shit ain't gonna do nothing
Stop the bluffing
You be capping, you ain't in the field, you ain't be dumping
I be stunting
Twenty one shots in the clip, bro shoot like Duncan
You be fronting
Hole in ya chest, bro make you run on Dunkin'
You not a starter, get picked in the 5th round
All my linebackers, they finna blitz now
If you ain't gang, then the bitch getting kicked out
This ain't no movie, my bro bring them clips out
Big twenty one, I'm a savage
Jay throw bullets like Madden
Me and Libra smoke a blunt in traffic
So if you want smoke, run up, you can have it
Bro lift him up, hit him up, do a backflip
Shoutout my girl, she the baddest
Spin through, put him in a casket
Smokin' on Wooski, this shit got me spazzing
Yeah, that shit got me spazzing
Spread her legs out like elastic
Split on the dick, yea she doing gymnastics
Bro up it in public, give you wings no dragon
Yea I'm geeking, I don't need no pill
She getting wet just like a seal
Like Neisan I got your girl taken, I know that you mad, don't give a fuck how you feel
My numbers ain't fake, they is real
Run up, you get beat with the steel
And I really expose all the gangstas that type on computers, you ain't in the field

Spin back, carry heat like a cheat code
We hit the dash on the scene you see meatloaf
Dap me, boy you not my amigo
Off of the migos she puke on the sheets tho
Wide awake on the phone eat me a fig bar
We in the bed make a movie no Pixar
Light em up now he seeing the sixth star
Off the Hannah seen him popping them big bars
Flexing his whip boy that shit is a kids car
I'm at the party we locked eyes
Now she sucking the dick gave her lock jaw
Hit the ground to the floor on her damn paws
Rock a show are you hearing the applauds?
King of my city soon we'll be the damn talk
In the club don't get ID 'd at the damn bar
Only one homie I know from the sand bar
She turn around snapping pics of her bank cards
Fresh ass fit boy I feel like a rockstar
Burning down za man I feel like a Rasta
Copping a bag boy how much did it cost ya
Pussy bleeding like he menstruating
I don't give a fuck I'll have his mama praying
Give a fuck about it don't hear what you saying
Rolling gas in the whip or a skunk that spraying
Hit her once, turn around you playing
Pockets diabetic asking how they weigh in
Onomatopoeia what the coochie saying
Had to cut her off cuz she was misbehaving