Run with me or run from me The worst come to worst, it's only gon' be gunplay Feel me, nigga? I'm sittin' at the table, count my money Ain't where I wanna be, but I got a few in it Lotta talk on the street like a nigga crossin' me Well, it's somethin' I gotta see Is that how my chain swing? Tired of my face tellin' lies, gettin' niggas' wives tied up and raped Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cellphones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, that used to be my success To be loved, to be loved Oh, what a feelin', hundred rounds in the trunk Niggas gettin' whacked, no sympathy for the soft niggas Snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off I'ma buy champagne with the steak Pink rosé, Jason, they spot a cake, brisco line, too Young nigga, what he do? He got a pretty shawn and he wanna bring her through That's love, we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough, may take her to the new house My Maserati be the new body Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had that bitch in ring size You wanna go that route? Been on this road before I don't gunplay, you don't gunplay Shootin' for the red, we're ready for the lows Both sides on the tip of my finger, yeah, then bring it I'm swingin' that iron, when I'm swingin' that iron Ain't thinkin' bout' time, ain't thinkin' bout' mine, ain't thinkin' bout' time My niggas so street, my swishers so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep? Speculation of my deal, it was over ten mil Blowin' her chauffeur, must I open Hillfield? Beat the case like Gotti, we the drill, murder ink Our rapes slip and slide, they Iranian and mink Look dead in the eye, it's the end of the road In the first of May, back, mean I'm gettin' mo' dough Smell of Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida line, boy, I'm your Lior Boobie boys steal, boobie boys real You can name a lot of lames that the boobie boys kill Young nigga, what he do? Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring him soup That's love, we go back to the blue house And if he bought enough, I may buy me a new house You wanna go that route? Been on this road before I don't gunplay, you know gunplay Shootin' for the win, we're ready for the loss Hope God's on the tip of my finger, yeah, then bring it I'm swingin' that iron, when I'm swingin' that iron Ain't thinkin' bout' time, ain't thinkin' bout' time, ain't thinkin' bout' time Give me how I'm livin' it, damn near dyin' for every digit I get *** they know about that, I ain't never put *** on the line Just ***tin' they rhyme, I shoot a nigga, ***tin' the rhyme These internet niggas, these ain't a threat, niggas Never seen a laptop in the projects, niggas, just powder Cut with comic, *** them comics, convicts ain't bindin' If they ain't coppin' and grindin', don't get a nigga fired up behind some *** *** My nigga done worked it, do that, who that behind that curtain, I'll murder him Wizard of Oz ass niggas hide behind money, hide behind luxury Shootin' up all that *** ***, gettin' ugly Got torch on the line, said he got a couple nine Told him *** two, cool, bring him on through You wanna go that route? Go there Been on this road before I know gunplay, you know gunplay Shoot for the red, we're ready for the law Blood's on the tip of my finger, yell and bring it I'm swingin' that iron, when I'm swingin' that iron Ain't thinkin' bout' time, ain't thinkin' bout' time, ain't thinkin' bout' time *