Run, Nigga Run Lyrics

This Big K bitch, okay?

Don't let none of that shit confuse y'all, alright?

Real Nigga shit, Bitch!

I hate to put a nigga in a body bag, grind a nigga up in a coffee bag

Just spotted that nigga, did you copy that?

I'ma knock his ass out, tell him roger that

All these bitches be so grimy, let his ass know come find me

Got his ass shaking like why me? I'll fight you and yo mama (come try me)

Like run, run nigga run nigga run

Better watch out just got my gun, you a dead bitch ion play for fun

Don't think to reach for your pocket, she trying show out on locket

You thought shit sweet? bitch stop it

Them new Jordans out had to cop it, you see her playing in your face

You grown nigga gone catch a case (lock his ass up!)

If you do buy her a new lace, I don't sweat over bitches, they get replaced

Now let's get serious, bitches be acting delirious

Niggas try being mysterious, remember i'm the KING imperious

It's K, alright play with your mama hoe, don't try me