Lyrics

Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
I was in juvenile
Tellin' my **** that I don't know when I'll be comin' home
Everyone runnin' wild
While I'm in my cell writing lyrics
You know I was all alone, I was a fucking child
When I started hittin' them licks, runnin' up in them cribs
Now I finally figured out
Why I am not dead or in prison, 'cause I live for this shit
I look out for all of my ****
Cash out for all of my ****
Go hard for my ****
Brother be off of them jigga's
But that's still my ****
You know that I can never switch up
And I never change it's part of the game
7400 I bang and if you cannot hang, then you can't be gang
'Cause you is considered a lame
So stay in your lane
'Cause I be on route, you know what my **** 'bout
Stop runnin' yo mouth
'Cause I think you flagging, ya'll just be dissin' for clout
And I be on go
That glizzy be stuck wit me, bitch, you know I am not scared of you
If you want smoke
Come try to fuck wit me, one in the head boy, I dare you to
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
I was just hittin' licks
four deep in the splizzy we ridin', the windows be tinted
Just slide on the opposites
Load up the Draco with 762s we gon' hit em up
I had to make a way
For all of my **** to come up and see us another day
Bro say he gotta play
Slide in the foreign, I'm doin' the dash on the interstate
Ain't no one stoppin' me ****
That glock on me ****
Come put a drop on me ****
Boy, you know I'm 'bout my skrilla
My money got bigger, I might just send one of my hittas
If you tote that flame you better have aim
Drum on that glock go insane
I'm makin' it rain
'Til you hit the drain and make sure you feel my pain
These **** want fame
I just want that cash and I'm finna me a Spas
While you **** mad
Your bitch tryna fuck wit me, ****, like that shit is sad
And I be on go
That glizzy be stuck wit me, bitch, you know I am not scared of you
If you want smoke
Come try to fuck wit me, one in the head boy, I dare you to
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
You know that .40 be stuck on me
Don't put your trust on me
'Cause I'm with the gang and we packin'
You know they gon' bust for me
Come and run up on me
Come and run up on me
Better think twice 'fore you fuck wit me
Everyone judgin' me
Now that bitch callin' my phone everyday tryna fuck wit me
Written by: Jake Thomas Hubner
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