RUN WITH ME Lyrics

Now after you back it up then stop

Then wha-wha-what, drop, drop it like it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop

Now wha-wha-wha-what, drop it like it's hot

Now drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

CMB make you drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot

Eh

Run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

You should run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

20 felons cause I got a blick and a mag

Not a clip

Now she wanna hold a stick

Not the dick

Feelin' really sick

Now I got a pick, not a line

Feelin' really fine

Rappin' like a nigga Busta Rhymes

Pull up to the party like, "Who's he?"

What the fuck you mean?

I'm the K-I-N-G, Louie

Bad bitch just wanna get flirty, Hour-glass Curvy

Also pretty nerdy, feelin' hella nervy

Then I just go crazy, I'll fuck your lady,

In a Mercedes Benz

Pull up with my friends, ten bands

Like a nigga name was Ben

Feelin' stimpy, where the fuck is Ren?

Blinker off a pen

I'm a bear in a den

Countin' bands, that shit is in yen

Fuckin' your mom, that she is a ten

Fuckin' on your bitch, and her name was

Run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

You should run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

You should run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

I wish worse on my enemies, I wish they also hang

But your bitch on the bus and I know she wanna bang

EBK nigga, I be on the same thing

Hope you fucking shoot up, never get boo'd up

I'm talkin' hula' like a nigga Devin Booker

Martin like a Luther

Did it now it's too late

This nigga wanna drink the Kool-Aid

This nigga just too goofy

Hold up, hold up, rep a set now, throw up, throw up

On a wrap now

Roll up, roll up, pour a four now, just pour up, pour up

Niggas at the door

Just pole up, pole up, Taylor Swift nigga, tour up, tour up

While I'm healing and 5400, best of the west,

Another hundred make her lay on my chest

Bout to make another mess

And I say one, two, three, four, five

You're the most corny nigga alive

Run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

You should run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da

You should run with me, you should come run with ease

Are you my ride, my ride-or-die,

Ride-a-da-da-da-da-da-da