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

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

niggas got plenty 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 no actions to boot
We can do some war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, the Glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the
They wonder what I brought in, they wonder I got comin'
Niggas I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a
me when 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 this boy you can't, 'cause you I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex the ice it make 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 you feel
If you to punk me out, pop these niggas in they grill

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

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

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

on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, 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, bash him in his back, beatin' down
Battle like from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of A-bombs
Chemical reaction the venom shot in to his arm

These bitches 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 y'all
'Cause the first hater step, the first get tossed out

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

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

please, watch out for your children
This the one lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted pussa-pussa
'Cause the fuckin' all my niggas, 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 know that
Figured he is a killa, so he he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs that thug, 'cause, oh my

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

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth