Run It

(Parker still made this beat)

Loady G

Fuck the peace, ****

Ha, ha, ha

(Production shot)

Aye bitch, my aiming game official

Catch a opp, that **** fucked

We put fullies on our pistols

Hear that "brrt," you out of luck

Last **** that we caught we ain't give that boy no time to duck

I don't know why these **** capping

Go check the score, they know who up

Get your sister to set you up

You'll think your family was corrupt

Got this lil' ho from Milwaukee

She'll go crazy for some bucks

**** talking all that hot shit

Get his watermelon bussed

You better stay inside that house

'Cause gang and them don't give no fucks (production shot)

They'll smoke you at the store

They'll smoke you at your show

They'll let that fully blow

And knock your head from off your throat

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

How many opp **** got smoked?

Every time I get interrogated, I just act like I don't know

Diss on bro, we up the score

We at your door like yo P.O

Hit the scene then I ain't leaving

Until somebody brains up on the floor

You think that Smith and Wesson loyal?

Treat my Glock like this bitch royal

This a message to Lil Red

None of your **** sliding for you (production shot)

Yeah, I see them **** looking

Hope they don't think that they no bullets, "Vra, vra"

Switch up on this Glock, gon' bake him like a cookie

I get active with this fully

Bitch, I'm too far from a rookie

**** seen that I was out

They in the house, they playing hooky

They keep hiding, but I keep looking

Peak through the blinds, I'ma get to shooting

They see Loady executing

That's why the opps steady recruiting

I'm still with the same ****

Grave digging, gang members

And whenever them boys go

Just know they got that thang with them

We ain't never out here lacking

Catch a opp **** in traffic

We gon' turn his ass to ashes

Last thing he hear is choppers clapping

**** die when I'm on missions

Known for standing on straight business

They done freed the real Spaz

Now it's time to free Shad and Diggy

Bitch, my aiming game official

Catch a opp, that **** fucked

We put fullies on our pistols

Hear that "brrt," you out of luck

Last **** that we caught we ain't give that boy no time to duck

I don't know why these **** capping

Go check the score, they know who up (production shot)

Get your sister to set you up

You'll think your family was corrupt

Got this lil' ho from Milwaukee

She'll go crazy for some bucks

**** talking all that hot shit

Get his watermelon bussed

You better stay inside that house

Gang and them don't give no fucks (production shot)

Gang