Run

[Intro] Person 1: Got him, in the scope Person 2: Man hit this nigga man Person 1: Damn nigga. Stand still motherfucker Person 2: Man go ahead hit that nigga, come on we gotta get the fuck on Person 1: The leaves in the way Person 2: What? Person 1: Shut up nigga I got this Person 2: Hit that nigga Person 1: I'm 'bout to hit him. I got him *Gun cocks* *Bang* Run... [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] Duct tape, put the video tape and rape her Fuck favors, I'm a criminal with a major Disruptive membrane that's never letting go of the beef I'm no stranger, streets paid with blood stains I strangler her loose, wrangle a jump suit Machete and leather boots I'm severing whatever nigga sold you crack And told you to expose your scrotum to these whores and you click-clack, remember that [?] the pain, have you niggas ducking like the hunchback of Notre-Dame Fuckers ain't gon' say a thing Huggin a burner, you acting like you trying to murder Like a marine that's never been overseas I heard the niggas like you I can turn your city against any nigga willing to send me an invite Whoever double-cross me Then already walked across my first line So its dandelions and curse time [Hook] Run [?] [Verse 2: Kuniva]