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Rundown 4
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Rundown 4
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Oh yeah
Binary trigger, binary trig---
Brudda 'nem still poppin' out with that switch
Brudda 'nem still poppin' out with that switch
(We love you, Kirk)
Makin' sure a **** drop
Ay, when we spin, we gon' double that bitch a few times, just to make sure a **** drop
I love that Glock poppin' out, front line, just me and them members, I brought at the chop
Smokin' on Dre, green ass **** jumped off the porch and a **** ended in a box
Nine out of ten, when they play with this shit, they'll tell you how slime came up at the block
I know them **** loafin' like they killin' for Quay, but them **** really ain't on shit
M-30 Percocet, me and a opp' hoe, I'm out of my body stuffin' her with dick
**** really poor than a hoe, **** just wanna troll 'bout a ****, dead as a bitch
Binary trigger up under that .223, brudda 'nem still poppin' out with that switch
Died tryna beat a **** he ain't even have to beat, never smoke Dre on repeat
I get you touched from a far, **** know I got reach, know them young **** spinnin' for me
I just got the news another opp' checked out, heard a **** got left at with pump
**** ass loafin', when I send that lo', these **** be hidin', they ain't tryna bump
He ain't did shit gangsta so why he talkin' 'bout he a spanker?
Three of your potnas got hit with that lead, I don't know why a **** on Instagram fakin'
Get in that car 'bout lil' Jizzle, whoever ain't with it, on brudda, they ass gettin' erased
Slap that bitch with that shit, **** know 'bout them youngins who clean up shit, no mask, broad day
Fuck a diss, tryna meet with them **** and kill 'em
All the opps' checkin' out, that's a wonderful feelin'
Know he think 'bout his bro', he tried savin' the hoe and got put up, but that **** still in his feelings
But look, bro ass ain't never comin' back
Brodie out on probation, smoke Quay out a black
Got outside the box and got put in that bitch, now I'm smokin' on Dre in the back of a Scat'
QT gang, **** got left with that pump, **** ass dead as dead
You gon' pop at his ass, **** shut the fuck up and **** get in that car, **** heard what I said
**** dyin' 'bout a bitch and dyin' on licks, **** Duck got his dumbass hit with that lead
Talkin' 'bout Jizzle ain't livin' like Teevo and Six, bitch, trust I catch one of them hoes to the head
On the way to QT, I'll crash on a **** like Teevo and fuck 'round, face me a ****
Ain't no runnin' from 4, I'ma chase me a ****
In the party, I'm good 'cause I stay with that pistol
Tell the labels, "Don't call if it ain't 'bout a M."
Real stepper, I'll run yo' ass down in some Timbs'
Got the K in this bitch like I'm fuckin' with Kim
Slime ready to shoot, he just blow when he see 'em
Got my foot on they neck, I'm just poppin' my shit
**** want clout, they gon' die 'bout a diss
Sweet ass **** gon' cry 'bout a hoe, fuck **** might as well go and die 'bout a bitch
**** ain't doin' me how they did Six, I'ma take some, bet I won't die with that stick
Real life, I don't fear shit
Don't shoot from a far, these young **** cap than a bitch
Talkin' 'bout them bodies, that'll get you zipped up
Broad day with a thirty round clip tucked
Wood full of bro, dead ass in this drink, on my soul, all it take for lil' 4 just to lift up
On that Casamigos, she gon' turn to a slut
No lackin, I snuck that bitch in the club
Say the last ****, he was loafin' but I'm with them steppers so she comin' fuckin' with us
B&B, bad bitches and switches
On that drank, got her full of that Henny
Clutchin' bad and I'm sweatin' hard, don't pay me attention, that's them Percies in me
With a slut and I know she goin', hit her off a bean, call that thirty hittin'
Make her free the youngin when I max her out, real slime, I won't speak on that murder business
Anywhere good, it ain't no checkin' in
Play with this shit, I do not recommend
Jizzle jump out, if he bangin' that shit, when they play with this shit, better be ready to spin
And I'll still crash out on they ass when they try
Proceed with procaution, you play you gon' die
Smokin' on Dre in the back of a ride
This Teevo pack, we ain't smokin' no za
Ay, when we spin, we gon' double that bitch a few times, just to make sure a **** drop
I love that Glock poppin' out, front line, just me and them members, I brought at the chop
Smokin' on Dre, green ass **** jumped off the porch and a **** ended in a box
Nine out of ten, when they play with this shit, they'll tell you how slime came up at the block
Mmh, they say how slime came up at the block
I know them **** loafin' like they killin' for Quay and Dre, but them **** not
Mmh, mmh
Written by: Rundown 4
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