Don't Run

Oh-oh

Oh

Oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh

I can't leave my Tommie

You pretty fucking bitch, don't think 'bout leaving zombie

I bust my neck and wrist from trapping bags, lil' homie

I shouldn't gave my love, they took it all from me

I beat it up until she creamin' on me

I walk around with my switch, I'm going out like Tony

He shouldn't have made that list, and now his ass a goner

I'm mixing Wock and Tris, just like a Arnold Palmer

Oh

Is he here to stay? I love a pretty bitch inside some lingerie

I'm trying to touch an M, I'm short five hunnid K

I'm in too deep, can't find no peace, too late to run away

I can't run away

I done got too deep in this war

Fuck it, bombs away

Screaming out for help, they ignore, ain't got nun to say

It's la familia first, I'm sending blitzes 'bout my partner

I put that money up because them losses made me smarter

I toss that bitch just like a frisbee, and Lil' P3 caught her

Bitch, I'm a baller, when I dive inside, she call me Daddy, something like my daughter

Oh, you nasty, doing tricks just like the zombie taught her

Must eat at Zaxbys, all this chicken that we fuckin' run up

Oh

I can't leave my Tommie

You pretty fucking bitch, don't think 'bout leaving zombie

I bust my neck and wrist from trapping bags, lil' homie

I shouldn't gave my love, they took it all from me

I beat it up until she creamin' on me

I walk around with my switch, I'm going out like Tony

He shouldn't have made that list, and now his ass a goner

I'm mixing Wock and Tris, just like a Arnold Palmer

Oh