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

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

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

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the one I'mma toss out

These niggas got ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
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 stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the Glock, or pop your jaw diamond
Bitch don't hate me the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they what I got comin'
Niggas I'm like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll it

What's this, that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, you high on that drank
Catch you this 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 streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin'
Runnin' from the cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you
If you to punk me out, pop these niggas in they grill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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