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These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first get tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all
'Cause the first hater step, the hater get tossed out

bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the hater get tossed out

These ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one I'mma out

These niggas got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty
I'm out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this
I can pop your chest, blast the Glock, or pop jaw diamond ring
Bitch hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the
They wonder what I in, they wonder what I got comin'
Niggas I'm comin' like this, off in your like a bitch
Test me you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

What's this, it's that player that you love to hate, see come out the bank
Always to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with boy you can't, 'cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it you faint
Through the now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, tips to make you feel
If you want to punk me out, pop these in they grill

These ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get out

I can't take any more, I'm to explode
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to boy
All I want to know is where the G's at, the Ki's at
it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on motherfuckin' room, nigga boom
Get on your back so we can get up
Stab you in your with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga boom, boom

Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating
if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' down
Battle like blaze from the cross, he never found
Catch a close from the anarchism of these A-bombs
Chemical 'cause the venom shot in to his arm

bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first get tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but mouth
'Cause the first step, the first hater get tossed out

bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the one I'mma toss out

Here we go, all you weak ass
In my face you my friend
Triple Six dropped in again, time to make
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, a shame
How Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love
Fuck a platinum plaque, money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) We them to stack it for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black is where I be on my P's

Parents please, watch out for your
This the one lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly
'Cause the fuckin' all my niggas, Koopsta to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I don't know that
he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh my

bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the hater step, the first hater get tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but mouth