Run That Down

Lyrics

[Intro] (Gery, what the fuck up?) KrispyLife (Turn that shit up, Meld) Happy New Year's, bitch [Verse 1] You wouldn't shoot on New Year's, what you gon' do when the opps slide? We still celebratin' every time an opp die I'm all about my spinach, bitch, like I'm Popeye Bro, you gon' end up pregnant, all you do is cock ride That nigga a bitch, get him birth control If it jam on me, hit the back of it, I'm tryna burp the pole I'll get you jammed for the low or whatever you worth for shows Got a grow farm that make thousands and I don't even work the 'bows K-R-I-S-P-Y Get another punch if this one right herе say declined In the UK with thе plug, we havin' tea time Should I do rose, the gold, or the white? I can't decide Uh, I gotta make a decision Just dropped fifty on my opps, I be hoopin' different The 'bows got the car smellin' funky like I'm movin' chitlins I just packed up four babies in a box, I'm out here movin' children Keep screamin' out what you gon' do, why don't you do somethin'? Drop the price on the work just to piss off who want it Three years ago, you could've got a verse for like two hundred They wanted me to go on tour, I told the label give me two hundred (Give me two hundred) Bitch, I'm not done and done Run up on you with that chop out, it go dun-dun-dun Every time I buy some new jewelry, it be fun and fun I'm shinin' like what's the in sky, I'm the sun and sun You was never that guy, you was one and done If you ain't, you ain't tryna get no money, what you breathin' for? I poked him in the club, they like, "Damn, what be bleedin' for?" They ask, it wasn't me in the club, I ain't even go [Interlude] Nigga KrispyLife What we doin'? Oh, you thought I was done, nah, I'm finna come back in like this, ayy, look Uh [Verse 2] I'm going to college for astronology You want this shit to stop, I'ma need me an apology (Apology) All my clips got a curve, apostrophe The day I got signed, I bought my niggas a pound apiece Back in the day, I would've been slappin', I would've bust a beeper If you got the heat on too high, you'll fuck around and bust the beaker I don't fuck around with tutors and I don't fuck with teachers I'm in a nigga bushes, in the trees like a fuckin' lemur [Outro] Nigga, uh Just ran in that bitch, just, just to run— we just ran that down We gon' call, we gon' call this bitch "Run That Down" "Run That Down", yeah, 'cause that's what we do and shit like that, nigga KrispyLife I'm in New York goin' stupid