How To Run

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you) Y'all niggas can't run with this shit, y'all feel me? Ghetto Boyz shit (Boomin need extras) [Verse] All I really wanna do is count a bunch of pape' All I really wanna really do is bust the face Forty-one prezi on, what the fuck you think? I just poured a six now, what the fuck you drink? My opinion, every bitch with a big butt stink Bitch really asked me for some pape, did the one face How the fuck you ain't gon' notice me? I got that one face P left me with a pint of Wock', then I drunk eight Dog love runnin', slow him down like when you pump brakes I love this rap shit, I made sixty racks in one day I ain't never gotta sign a dеal We gon' get rich, you find them onе pills I'm paying fifty-five for the orange pills I have more clothes than the Gucci store did Fuck her, kiss the coochie on the forehead I fuck hard, I done ran through four beds So box spring on the floor it is Double pulled up with a hundred orange heads and a four of red I been runnin' laps around niggas, I'm exhausted Still'll rap the whole beat, niggas thought I lost it Where the fuck my chain at? I thought I lost it Bust a left on the state boys then tossed it Get the plaque out the bust down, I gotta floss it Break her back when I bust her down 'cause she talk shit Threw ten shots at the nigga and he caught six The first twenty racks I ever made was off a false brick Aw, shit Glock 9 on me right now full of bald heads Guarantee I sold you cut drank if you bought red He ain't really strung out on the hard, he a soft head Used to listen to what my mama say, I had a soft head Louboutins on my feet now, so I walk red An RP30 in me got me moving like the walking dead Oh he snitching? Hit him with the pistol, he can't talk dead K hit him in his leg, they replaced it with a peg Hope I say it one more time, they can't replace the nigga head He actin' like he can't die, I can make the nigga dead High off Percs, I'm in Truth tryna break a stripper leg Six thousand dollar outfit got me dripping wet I just gave a bitch nine hundred for a silhouette Heard bro just stole your bitch, I'ma steal her next Baby, you ain't got to suck the dick, just lick the head If I like the bitch, I'll brainfuck her, I'ma hit her head I'm tired of fucking on your mama couch, you gotta get a bed Fucked a pregnant bitch, I think I hit a head I fucked her friend and she fucked my brother, so the bitch ahead I just got a deuce of Morton Grove I'ma mix with red Won't give the bitch a dime, I'm tighter than too-little pants I don't need a gun, I can kill you with my hands Catch me in the summertime taking pictures with the fans I'll hop out this 5-50 with FN They left the back door open, I crept in I gotta pay my bitch bills, I feel like less a man You'll never ever hear me say my weapon jammed My nigga plugged, he can get Hi-Tech in jail Nigga, you don't sell crack, ain't no white on your scale [Outro] Ha Now that's how you run on some shit, you know what I'm saying? I'ma show you niggas how to run Ghetto Boyz shit, y'all niggas can't fuck with this, nigga