Ran Lyrics

Man, nigga, nigga be like, why you rap

Like, you gotta get something off your chest

Like, why you rap so aggressive

I'm like, dude, what you want me to do

You want me to come in this hoe and bitty bop, bitty boop all the way to get some views

That shit not gonna work

That shit not gonna work

Niggas don't wanna hear about a nigga, a nigga love story

Niggas don't wanna hear about a nigga heart

Niggas wanna know what it is

Niggas wanna know what you on nigga

Niggas don't wanna hear about a love, nigga

Shut that love shit up, nigga

Fuck

Next time a nigga say I'm too aggressive on the motherfucking track, imma bat the shit out his ass, you hear me

This that turn music

This that music you ain't never heard before, but you heard music

This that music that make you wanna go smack a nigga and say and say some word music

Might put him in the dirt music

You hear me

They call me one take, cause I hop on the beat and it only take one time

Ask me questions about rapping and shit, but don't try to be weird or get put in the punchline

Stand on business, lil' mama be tripping

I'm beating her cheeks like the front of a drumline

Got my niggas on go, my whole squad trained to go

Certified like we planning for Roll Tide

Niggas say he won't smoke, but I know that he don't

We gone see, cause I'm pulling up right now

I got Louis Vuitton, give no fuck, nigga

When it's over, you over, so pipe down

I got glass in my chest, all these hoes like the rest

See the money and instantly psyched out

Gave my strap to a bitch, now she carrying dick

Walking around like a motherfucking dyke now

Her coochie be butter, she glazed after fucking

I'm sweating, my sex is a workout

My fits be elite when I put that shit on

The logo, my chest, you can't pronounce

Overstood, cause I never go under

Milkyway how I'll never be sober

On my shoulders, an angel

My palms like the trees

Seeing green, I count up in a breeze

She a fiend for my meat

Say her appetite heavy

I might Uber in for the feed

Givenchy, my T Cougar say time to eat

Sit her down, put my kids on her teeth

Lil' mama can drive she just parallel park

Bruh I couldn't believe what I seen

He say he gone crash, so what up, nigga

You ain't ready to go take a seat

You ain't ready to lay in the street

You ain't ready to empty the mag on a nigga

Like a zombie on Call of Duty

Why you nut in that ho that shit triffling

Got your kid in the belly of the beast

Don't be funny

I stand on my money

I'm shoulder to shoulder LSU Angel Reese

When I get on the track, imma eat

When I get on the beat, imma feast

These niggas gone talk out the side of they neck

better know they ain't talkin' to me

Doing a hundred and some, never wrecking the whip

Drive it fast when evading police

Cutting up through the traffic this big body havoc

The name of the car is obese

My lil' cougar got pull in the city

They put me in cuffs then

I'm calling Bernice

You don't know how to roll

Let me teach

With my gun, get in bowls for the free

Watch out for my creep

Never lack we roll deep

Deep as hell

What's the goose to the geese

I'm cool than a bitch like a Cuban

My link on my chain

Made her change her beliefs

I'm tired of lil sneaky links hit the brinks so my money and motion increase

Put my lips on the side of the neck

Till her juices pour out from my thighs to her feet

She like Chui V cause my technique

Pull over, get head on the side of the street

Stand over a nigga who play with my piece

I'm a thief, but I really be playin' for keeps

I ain't fill to my cup in a week

Left him red like he play for the Chiefs

These niggas gone talk out the side of they neck

better know they ain't talkin' to me

Doing a hundred and some, never wrecking the whip

Drive it fast when evading police

Cutting up through the traffic this big body havoc

The name of the car is obese

My lil' cougar got pull in the city

They put me in cuffs then

I'm calling Bernice

You don't know how to roll

Let me teach

With my gun, get in bowls for the free

Watch out for my creep

Never lack we roll deep

Deep as hell

What's the goose to the geese

I'm cool than a bitch like a cuban

My link on my chain

Made her change her beliefs

I'm tired of lil sneaky links hit the brinks so my money and motion increase

Put my lips on the side of the neck

Till her juices pour out from my thighs to her feet

She like Chui V cause my technique

Pull over, get head on the side of the street

Stand over a nigga who play with my piece

I'm a thief, but I really be playin' for keeps

I ain't fill to my cup in a week

Left him red like he play for the Chiefs