Run The Town Lyrics

Get the pillow, buss it down

That's just to get the smell gone

It reek of musty loud

Know it's muscle, cuz the smell strong

Be comin' wit the pounds

While my bro be gettin' bells gone

Just wanna run the town

Now you hear me tryna sell songs

Know some niggas turnt fed

Member back then, woulda fell on

Got hit wit all them charges, but you home

Who you tell on

Was doin' allat barkin', how you on

Just hit ya cell phone

Then feds applied that pressure

You ain't wanna talk through jail phones

It ain't hard to keep it honest

Man these niggas just be flodgin'

Steady flexin' for a image

Why you actin' like you bout it

You be turnt up for attention

Why you can't just keep it modest

You be cappin' for these bitches

But ain't stressin' bout yo pockets

Man these niggas need to stop it

I be focused on them riches

Cuz I came from doin' dishes

Won't a dollar in my wallet

One day Ima be the topic

And for ma, gon be the hottest

Tried to keep me from the violence

But for Pa, his killa droppin'

If you try, the heater knockin'

Forty cal just for my glockie

One up top, it ain't no cockin'

Hallows hot, just like some Takis

My advice, best get to droppin'

When this cutta get to choppin'

Bullets hit him in his noggin'

Then his body get to rockin'

I ain't tryna be a killa

I be tryna touch deposits

But I know a couple hittas

Who get busy wit dem rockets

I'm just tryna see them figures

So that's why I'm spittin' hot shit

I be laid back, chillin'

Know the beat, I'm boutta rock it

Get the pillow, buss it down

That's just to get the smell gone

It reek of musty loud

Know it's muscle, cuz the smell strong

Be comin' wit the pounds

While my bro be gettin' bells gone

Just wanna run the town

Now you hear me tryna sell songs

Know some niggas turnt fed

Member back then, woulda fell on

Got hit wit all them charges, but you home

Who you tell on

Was doin' allat barkin', how you on

Just hit ya cell phone

Then feds applied that pressure

You ain't wanna talk through jail phones

Auntie lost Young Pablo

Now my mama gotta share a son

In Raleigh duckin' potholes

Ford edge, mama in there slumpt

Was pullin up to Glenbrook

Just so me and bro could share blunt

And shout out to lil Dijah

She ain't mind, I know she cared a ton

Him and Sal was running through them hoes

But you the fairest one

For you, that nigga left his heart exposed

I'm glad you bared a son

The day my team, we pull up in Rolls

You know I'm sparin' one

Cuz the way they did my brother it was cold

Need a Moncler or sum

If grindin' was a crime

They'd throw me underneath the jail

Don't put my business on the net

Cuz they be quick to run and tell

I been focused on a check

Hopin' that I could do well

I seen my bro derail

So ain't no choice, I'm gon prevail

It's best to keep a strap

Don't give a fuck bout what you sell

Don't recommend a lack

Cuz they gon hit you wit some nails

Be cautious flippin' packs

And double wrap it on them bells

Always remain a stack

And send some money to them jails