STOP RUNNING (feat. DD Osama, Sugarhill Ddot, Dee Play4Keeps)

Investigation underway in Harlem after a man was stabbed to death It happened just before 1 this morning on West 154th Street in St. Nicholas Avenue Authorities say officers found the man with Multiple stab wounds to his torso and legs His identity yet to be released and no arrests have been made (Nah, R1SS0, this too crazy) Nigga, what? Come here Stop running, Woo Lotti Where the fuck is he goin'? Nigga, ah, ah Notti died and they thought that was funny? Lotti got packed the start of 2020 When I hear that sound, word to bro, that shit get me еxcited I pray to God that we don't get indictеd Free the bros that got caught for the— ah I know my niggas used to hearin' them sirens Everything changed on the night that he died Like, they got caught by surprise Ambushed by like six of the guys This real life, I'm not just tryna rhyme (Come here, now look) He was screamin' for help and he cried When I'm spinnin' and spinnin' I post on your block all black like Wick We on 43rd, who wanna get hit? Who wanna go like that fuck nigga Glen? I throw the switch on the Glock, make him dip I held my hand, made him ran and he flinched This shit that I got, this shit'll make you trip Throw forty-one shots if we run into Jenn (Ayy, come here) I was like twelve when Woo Lotti died Thirteen, I was smokin' on Fries Fourteen, I was smokin' on Nazzy It's everything dead when we creep through that side I'm with Roscoe the G, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em On that block, we could've caught a victim Talkin' on Dot, yeah, the killers gon' get him Like, no remorse, yeah, I bet we gon' get 'em Like, oh, they think it's a game? Like, this shit deeper than fame Like, we bend blocks all black in the rain Like, you get shot tryna look at my chain He said, ah We bend blocks like, "Woo Lotti, come here" We chased opps down the block, let it flare Shot in the legs, make him crawl like a bear You hear O's on your block, you be scared That's what happens on that block, we cause fear So many opps that got put in the air Woo, why you runnin'? Woo Lotti, come here (Ah) Send a hit 'cause the bros told me that I can't slide Like, with this thirty on me when I ride Like, ain't no tellin', I might let off nine If I spin two deep, me and G, you gon' die Hold on, bro, bitch, I'm on they ass They ain't goin' nowhere, threw a shot, nigga crashed Can't go out like— I seen him trip, nigga, that was his ass Spinnin' my block wasn't part of the plan Gee Gotti, Sha, ran on they mans Like, like, them niggas hurtin' G started clappin' like this shit is twerkin' Put the G to his face, make him nervous How you die with the heat on accident? Matter fact, on purpose Two O's on your block, we lurkin' If I was there, I would've done him like Kurtis