Run Yo Mouth ft. TheDirtyBunny Lyrics

Yeah (Bah!), the Faded Visionaries runnin' through

Uh, the Faded Visionaries runnin' through

I'm runnin' the ones, I'm puffin' the blunt

I do it for fun, nigga, you dumb (Bitches is stupid)

Uh, my broad want a FLUM (And Bunny got a hit with this one)

But I want the drum (Bang! Bang!)

Ha, and, yeah, that's what it sound like, nigga

I been up, you do not know what that's like

Lil' ounce for the day, that's light, huh!

Yeah, that's light, I could get it easy

I be spoilin' lil' shawty 'cause she love to please me

I want the Cart'er on my wrist, nigga, I'm not Weezy

If she yappin', run a fade on the lil' bitch, I'm not Chris Breezy, pow!

Huh, this them knuckles in the temple

And if they tryna die, fuck it, it's shots all in the mental

And fuck what they thinking, they trippin', nigga, I'm not gentle

Just pick your poison, youngin', got these sticks, I reassemble, huh

Yeah, she slurpin' me up, bitch, I'm in her dentals

Got to spaz if TDB sendin' me the instrumental

Bitch, like, why I gotta break it down? This shit really too simple

And when I first came in, they didn't think I had potential

And they got me mad as a bitch, I be throwin' temper tantrums

Why your bitch tryna hit me? "fckkdiizii", that's my handle

A nigga already cuffed but ain't nothin' I can't handle

Diizii, X Miicho, Lone Shotta, top three, that's essential

Shit, I'm top three everything, fuck it

Bunny gon' beat 'em up, he gon' beat 'em up

Ah, ayy, ayy, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Actiive Entertainment

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, huh!

Huh, me and Bunny finna stomp 'em out (Bitch)

Bitch, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout (Huh)

I'ma stay silent, but you run yo' mouth, like, what? (Like, what?)

And I'm in her mouth, like, what? (Like, what?)

Yeah, I'm in that shit and it's wet (Huh)

Oh, you want a shoot-out? That's a bet

If that's what they want, then that's what they get

She say, "you hard or that's yo' pistol?" (Phew)

You kicked the cup or it's Wock' that you're pissin'? (Ack!)

Like, these youngin's don't listen

Uh, yeah, I'm hittin', they missin' (Buh!)

Old bitches sayin' they miss me

Like, hell nah, bitch, you can miss me with that (Miss me with that)

I'm with that, them big racks

I'm too clean, she throw me face, she don't need no Tic Tac (Shit)

Talkin' 'bout real? I been that

So yo' bitch want ass shots? My bitch ass been fat

Fuck yo' bitch ass, nigga, I spit facts (Fasho)

I do everything, do the drill (Huh)

Damn it, I go for the kill (Phew)

Huh, me and Bunny finna stomp 'em out (Bitch)

Bitch, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout (Huh)

I'ma stay silent, but you run yo' mouth, like, what? (Like, what?)

And I'm in her mouth, like, what? (Like, what?)

Yeah, I'm in that shit and it's wet (Huh)

Huh, huh!