On The Run Lyrics

Hol' up

Mmm (woah woah woah)

Shango

Hol' up

I'm on the run,(I'm on the run) in japan with vetements

We escape till the sun up (we escape till the sun up)

Call me papi cause i aint your son

What you grippin that gun for? (Whatchu grippin that?)

You know that i aint the one, we turn up we flippin the whole score

(We turn up flipping it)

(Hol up)

If she got some funds, you know that shawty is independent

Overprotective you know i defend it

Catch a body i got my defenses (oh my god)

Stayin solid i got good intentions

Never know when this shit gonna end me (oh my)

Oh my

Oh my god

Me and my gang we roll deep

Never hot, got fans all on me,

Everything that he want done we aint doing for free, (oh my)

Yea we gon charge a lil fee

Slidin this whip with lil bro, we gon make him shit

These diamonds they dance and they hit, (oh my)

My shawty show out, you know they gon give her a ten

Cant fuck with no regular bitch

Cant fuck with no regular bitch

All of these hoes, they stay talking shit

Push up on that bitch i throw her in the pit

And im never conversin always rockin ricks (oh my)

Got one thing for certain, thats just all the drip

Smoking exotic got it in my eye, send me the drop and get a nigga fried

We eating five star plates every single day

Living my life like a mission, calling me trevor

Like im playing GTA, niggas out here and they bitchin

Send em to heaven, now he stay high everyday

But wait, he not going to heaven, he went straight to hell

I roll him inside of a L

Smokin that shit, feel like i casted a spell

My ears they ringing like bells (oh my)

This nigga he broke, say that he dont got no money

But i tell him send me the zelle (oh my)

Put the barrel to his dome and he screaming and shit

Lil nigga you better not tell

Lil nigga you better not sell

Get locked in that cell, phone ringin she calling my cell (oh my god)

Bitch i went through hell

Yea i went through hell, no snitching i aint never gon tell (oh my god)

He leaking he fell, put that boy in the doctor

They say he aint doing to well, his momma she yell (oh my god)

But i dont give a fuck, as long as im doing real well (doin real well)

Cause i got my wifey four L (my wifey four L)

And i know she never gon sell (oh my god)

I'm on the run, in japan with vetements

We escape till the sun up (we escape till the sun up)

Call me papi cause i aint your son

What you grippin that gun for? (Whatchu grippin that gun for)

You know that i aint the one, we turn up we flippin the whole score

If she got some funds, you know that shawty is independent

Overprotective you know i defend it

Catch a body i got my defenses (oh my god)

Stayin solid i got good intentions

Never know when this shit gonna end me

Oh my

Never know when it

Oh my

Pull up we flipping it