Running This S%!t

Let's go, let's go, yeah

Back of the Phantom to get me some head

Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (yeah, woo)

(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)

Nigga know I back out every time the pack out

Big boy straighten offenders (what?)

I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out

Gang-gang, me and my members (gang-gang)

Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here

Just glicks 'round here with extenders (big boy)

Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here

Everybody on parole, shit sensitive (yeah)

I had the check, fell in love with it

I got the neck for the hell of it

Money, respect, get a Cullinan

Come down a lil' block like a elephant

I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it (yeah)

We the ones, they the ones crackin'

Now forty-five-hundred my jacket

They say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brrt)

Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it backwards

Double platinum that's a double murder

When we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper

Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God

And he tell you get in the casket (nigga, get over there)

Stack up the M's and spend all the odds

We takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

Must be out of your mind

You think we ain't spinnin' for bro? We spinnin' for sure

Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts

They put up for show we spin

In the cribs and traps fasho, we spinnin' his shows

And we took L's fasho, but in Chicago

They know we winnin' fasho you do it for what?

You better not say that you do it for (boom), them niggas be talk

That nigga was fucked

The moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck

We do it for Von

We don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow

We do it on feet

Ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars

That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga

You know we gon' shoot at them stars

Them lil' bitches ours

I told him to fuck her and slut her

And send her right back to the blogs

Glock with a switch

Two of those when I ride through the city (when we ride)

And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)

Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)

Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly

(And you know we slide to Philly)

(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)

(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)

Anythin' close to a dub

And a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he down to get caught

Long as I send him the items, consider it bought

I call the shots, I'm the boss

I'm ridin' with a semi

Two of them, I can't die in my city

Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty

Catch him out, and we handle the business

I ain't gettin' in no nigga business

Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still

Fuck her good, make her nigga not turn her on

They got brodie on camera, he comin' home

Run it up from a scale to a microphone

Treat Dior like a muhfuckin' Nike store

And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?

Any time we have smoke, it just pipe me up

Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck

Get whatever you want when I'm tryna fuck

And we chillin', nobody can't fuck with us

Put the four in the P with the fuckin' M

I should never bring the pain on my fuckin' self

Really need it if I ever ask for help

I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death

I made all them hoes who ain't never left

I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude

I was broke, I woke up with an attitude

Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you

I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes