Run Down Lyrics

Yea i'm with my dogs

And we running you down

Yea she not my shorty

Just pass her around

You know i'm the king

So where is my crown

You talking that smack

But you really a clown

Put you in the ground

Yea she want the rounds

We chasing the bag

Yea we hunting it down

If you want the smoke

We can really get down

I beat up your man's

He won't ever be found like damn

I'm on my hoe shit

Run up with four clips

Ima get your soul lit

Hold up bow

I got the haters

And they wanna copy

I got this shorty and she give that sloppy

I got these hands

Man call me black rocky

I got your hoe and she love that i'm cocky

You all on my dick

Bitch get off my body

I only get bitches i guess i'm a hottie

Sleeping on hoes bitch gimme some coffee

You all on my case bitch you need you a hobby

Big body Bugatti

Call me Andrew Tate

Fucked on yo bitch we went on a date

I'm running the bag

Bitch you running a race i'm going on chase

Rapping for fun they just wanna hate

Niggas are fake hold up

Blowing i'm moving i'm just like a missile

I'm fucking ya bitch but it's never official

He talking that shit till i pull out my pistol

I'm fucking a shorty and her name was Crystal

Not grilling your shit but i'm keeping it sizzle

I been had a type yea you need to be little

I'm throwing those strike yea right down the middle

I'm not rapping a joke bitch i'm rapping a riddle

Yea i'm with my dogs

And we running you down

Yea she not my shorty

Just pass her around

You know i'm the king

So where is my crown

You talking that smack

But you really a clown

Put you in the ground

Yea she wants the rounds

We chasing the bag yea

We hunting it down

If you want the smoke

We can really get down

I beat up your man's

He won't ever be found like damn

Like damn