I Run It
Gang Shit (x7)
Shout out to the nigga swervo nigga
Shout out to the motha fuckin to the 3 six mutha fuckin mafia

{Verse 1}
Imma start it like this if I don't run it
Ain't nobody else gonna run it like I do
Remember was robbin niggas
Had them walking around naked like erykah badu
Whatever you want then we got it
We got them big choppas hitting yo spot too
And trigger on the forty homie just hope you ain't dead when it at you
Cheese cheddar or something
Get hit with the glizzy Beretta or something
Get hit with the heat like you stepped in the oven
Get hit in the head thats a messy concussion
Boy I'm a vet you a rookie or something
Rock blue I'm a monster need cookies or something
Get tied by ya neck like a hoodie or something
40 sneeze boy ya boogies or something
Who do you think that we scared of, not you
Ice got me sick, achoo
You think im a bitch, not true
When it come to the rapping I'm top two
Feel like a wraith in my coop
Cuz I feel like a star when I ride thru
Say thats your bitch, well mine too
Pussy was balder than caillou
Damn it I feel like I'm Herbo
When I'm in the whip bout to drink imma swervo
Look at my bank account
When I read the amount imma feel like a nerd tho
I got the turbo riding fast if you play its a baby bag
Look at my pockets, see how they fat bitch its a lot of cash
I don't know why they mad
I can tell they lying motha fucka I'm a polygraph
Dope shop on the back block it'll knock em out like an Ali jab
Riding past when I'm walking past you can feel the drip from my new sneakers
Got a new bitch for the first time at the restaurant she a new eater
Fucking the twins nah it was triplets present on Christmas bitch I was gifted
I got a thirty [?] bitch I'm shooting at his fitted
I got a drum and a stick hold the choppa like guitar thats a rock band
Caught a nigga walking with his girl killed them both it was not planned
God damn, lil nigga almost lost his life when that Glock jammed
Izzy nigga don't hit em with the red light treat him like Roxanne
So I hit him with the green dot
Bring out a fan, he hot
Call paramedics, he shot
Say that he gang he not
I be one hunnit like I be
Matter fact 150 like dream team
I put that boy in the i.v when I hit that nigga with the mean thing
I put his face on the t.v matter fact I put him on the flatscreen
He kept on sleeping I ran up and hit him but he ain't waking from his bad dream
I gotta run shit I'm with the dumb shit but the dick up in the glizzy I love it
I wanna kiss on the glizzy and hug it
Imma finger fuck it imma touch it, fuck on the glizzy and bust it
I wanna but that bitch up in your stomach
I wanna Cath a nigga lackin its gon make the glizzy so horny its nuttin
They can not see me that nigga like Stevie
That boy wanna be me that nigga my clone
Leaving him staking boy do we smell good cuz I spray him like calone
I got a thousand plays on my phone [?]
Niggas be calling me president Izzy cuz I'm on the trap and I'm sending a bomb
I keep it rolling like I'm going down a hill
Bro popin pills ain't no Advil
Shot in his face now he look like he smiling boy why you mad still
I'm on the stove like I'm a chef
Blow like a whistle like I'm a ref
Having them bitches like hue heft
Boi ain't a shooter he missing the net