Run, Nigga Run (Extended Version) 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

(Oh y'all thought this shit was over? Na, cause imma still talk my shit at the end of the fucking day)

(Yeah, bitch) Talking big shit where your gun at?

Let these mothers know where they son at, just bodied a verse I done that, got the whole crew we run that

All these niggas so phony, that's why they ass be lonely

I'm the one and the only, that's why i'm taking his homie

Like, Run, Run nigga run nigga, run

Better watch out just got two guns, you a bop bitch go play for fun

We taking off like a rocket, tell your nigga to stop it

Fore I have to go out and pop it, now we showing off on locket

(Bow bow bow) You see me taking first place, a bad bitch you can't erase

And she mad that her nigga always in my fucking face

Now let's get it right, all of my raps I write

All you hoes bark no bite, i'm the one he see at night, Bitch

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