RUN Lyrics

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Mm-hmm

Nigga I'm Gucci

Life is a movie

Killing me softly, split like Fugees

She got her head, way over shoulders, told her, she badder than bad as a hoochie

Diamond like Blue Streak

I got the zoomies

They tryna sue me

Tell me who better than me when I do me

45 straight strapped on the waist, for niggas who tryna out do me

Burning a uzi

I know some bitches who popping some roofies

Smoke out the back of the whip and it's roofless

Timbs in the summer, but nigga we Houston

How you want diamonds and pearls and ain't do shit

Nigga we moving, Nigga we moving

Lit as a bitch like Lollapalooza

Shades are French, the choker is Cuban

I ain't Stu-Stu-stuttered like Ruben

I'm on a run, yeah I'm on a run

I'm at the point where I do what I want, and forget all the consequences that'll come

No, I don't give a fuck of where you from

No, I don't give a fuck on how you come

Straight out the gate and straight off the jump

What, what, what

Pull up to the function, I can't even function, I don't know what I put inside me

But I keep it jumping, I keep that bitch jumping, And all of my work is too private

We was just living our dreams and they shut it down, couldn't do nothing about it

And I couldn't let them allow it

You Should've left me how you found me

I'm on a run, yeah I'm on a run

I'm at the point where I do what I want, and forget all the consequences that'll come

No, I don't give a fuck of where you from

No, I don't give a fuck on how you come

Straight out the gate and straight off the jump

What, what, what, what, what

There's niggas who feel it and niggas who bout it

Fuck the police, and I'm double downing

Man of your dreams, and I'm jumping out it

Silver spoon

Kicking this shit like Liverpool

The house ain't a house with no swimming pool

Alpaca inside of the living room

Don't get it twisted, money ain't everything here, but I'm focused on revenue

I started nothing from nothing

Back then, turning nothing to something

Nowadays, turning something to something

Any day, could be something to nothing

Fact check, niggas follow assumption

Back track, I was back back, now I fast track, money coming and coming

I was tryna get it, youngin and gunning

I'm on a run, yeah I'm on a run

I'm at the point where I do what I want, and forget all the consequences that'll come

No, I don't give a fuck of where you from

No, I don't give a fuck on how you come

Straight out the gate and straight off the jump

What, what, what, what, what