Run Off

Lyrics

[Intro] (RJ Lamont got these motherfuckin' streets talkin') (Ooh, RJ) Kasher Quon Let's go Ayy Alright, alright Bitch Bitch, bitch [Verse 1] Kasher Quon this, Kasher Quon that Somewhere chillin' in a loft, blowin' loud pack .223s hit his bag, I told y'all niggas how to rap Told y'all niggas how to trap, told y'all niggas how to trap I don't fuck with you niggas so it's no daps (Bitch) Big 40 in my pants have you runnin' laps So blowed off the loud, I'ma collapse Sleepin' on Kasher Quon, stop takin' a nap I ain't goin' nowhere without takin' a strap 40 go boom boom, you takin' a nap Stop lyin' in your raps, you ain't totin' a strap (At all) Stop lyin' in your raps, you ain't posted a track Abandoned house on the corner, I'm posted in that And I ain't goin' to the crib 'til I'm doublin' that Send that cheese through MoneyGram and I'm fuckin' with that Hit you with the re-rock and I'm doublin' that Good Moon Rock in a swisher, I'm fuckin' with that (Moon Rock) Take a bitch to the room, I swear it's a wrap (It's over) Cold face, fat ass, she's so strapped (Goddamn) I don't talk on the phone, my shit tapped (What the fuck?) [Chorus] Run off with the work, get kidnapped (Come here) If it ain't RJ, then it's click-clack Jugg keep on askin' me where his kicks at (Shoes) Jugged him on a money flip for six racks [Verse 2] To put a jugg in your name, I won't split that (At all) Cut straight into a bitch, can I hit that? (What's up, baby?) Good Larry in my blunt, you can't hit that (Ham) Cali plug got the 'bows, he a shit bag [Chorus] All designer, fuck it, I'ma mixmatch Approach me on some bullshit, you gon' get smacked (Boy) Good light on the 40, you gon' get flashed Buddha bob, buddha bang, you on the shit bag [Verse 3] Good shooter used to ride with a kickstand (A bike) Wake up every day gettin' chicken (Money-money) I'm talkin' money missions (Money-money) Good 40s with extensions (Bang, ayy) Kasher Quon Let's go Bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch [Chorus] Run off with the work, get kidnapped If it ain't RJ, then it's click-clack Jugg keep on askin' me where his kicks at Jugged him on a money flip for six racks All designer, fuck it, I'ma mixmatch Approach me on some bullshit, you gon' get smacked Good light on the 40, you gon' get flashed Buddha bob, buddha bang, you on the shit bag [Outro] (RJ Lamont)