Run It

Get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and put it in the pot

Mix the mothafucka till it rock

Roll it till it fit into the needle, then you stick it in the middle of the hood and watch 'em run it

Got a bag, got a bitch up by the bar (By the bar)

She bring the the cash, catch a mothafuckin' star (Fuckin' star)

Pay the tab, pop another purple pack (Purple pack)

Slow it down enough, so you can get the world back (World back)

Pussy in the air, pussy poppin' on the floor (On the floor)

Elevator up to twenty-seven, there she go (There she go)

Two inside, two more say they on the way (On the way)

Back to back, back up in the club to make the

Jawbone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets find sprinkles of

Sanity for the gums, vanity for the tongue

Panic before the cum, damnit wanna be numb

Skin is itchin', you sittin' bitch in the backseat

Till the switch flip and you spillin' spit on the concrete

Pill under the tongue and let it melt

Catch the feelin' for a minute by yourself

When it's needles on the bottom of your feet

You know the shit done made it down into the blood and you can run it

Got a Jones, got a itchy trigger finger (Trigger finger)

Gotta go Pablo, got a couple stingers (Couple stingers)

Hit a dab, that'll get you straight again (Straight again)

Get a cab, didn't mean to wake up in the

Same clothes you been rockin' for a mothafuckin' week

Don't let nobody get it twisted, you are not a fuckin' tweaker

Look, this shit designer, cook up in a beaker

Look, this shit designer, Gucci on the sneaker

Jawbone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets, find traces of residue in the pots

Etchin' you in the thoughts of every new city cop

The ingénue was a opp, skin is itchin', you just bitch with a bounty

Till the switch flip and you suckin' dick in the county

Aluminum in between the teeth

Mean you prolly gotta get up out the street

Get your connect on the phone and let him know you got the paper in you pocket for him and he need to run it

Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't it feel like God to you?

Who's yo' daddy? Can he buy you what you want?

This is what you want

Don't it feel like God to you?

Put that up inside

Run it up inside

Run it, get your life

Got a deal, said they got a VIP (VIP)

Got a vibe, never had to show ID (Show ID)

Got a rush, got a water bottle ready (Bottle ready)

Got a pill, drop it in and shake it, shake it, shake that shit 'round

Shake it, shake that shit 'round

You all the way up and they thinkin' they down (They down)

Leave the club, lookin' for that real shit (Real shit)

Grab a dub, can you catch the feelin'? It's the

Jawbone sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast for the rewind

Have to put it back piece by piece by please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets find remnants of

Somethin' inside your head, rustin' and runnin' red

Must have been nearly dead, then they came for the bread

Skin is itchin', you twitchin', writin' a bad check

Till the switch flip and you end up takin' your last breath

Bloody on the inside of the lip

Bite it every minute till it split

Let the drip fall slowly to the floor until there isn't any more and you know that you need to run it