On The Run (feat. Offset)

Yeah, I'm on the run
Here I come, I'm with your mom (we got London on da Track)

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today (skrrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (ayy)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (slatt)

Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo)
Might do Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo)

Niggas might kill for biscuits, trappin' out the intercontinental (hey)
Bitch can't wait, my check clear, bitch gon' act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (whoa), nigga tryna pour my red, uh
All a nigga know is take meds, nigga, stop drinkin' my red (woo)

Some of these niggas don't tell the truth
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got Rollies galore, ain't no clownin' me
I got woadies with me speakin' Chinese (got woadies right now, now)

I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had 'em ten key (woo)
Secret Service, so everythin' is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn't insert a key (blast-off)

Okay, patty cake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes, yeah, bitch)
For God's sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let's go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach, and polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that's all I can say (woo)

Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain't this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playin' (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin'

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, man)
Burberry guts what the captain say (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck 'round)
I just might do the whole dash today (woo)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoo)

Niggas might kill for biscuits, trappin' out the intercontinental
Bitch can't wait, my check clear, bitch gon' act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (whoa), nigga tryna pour my red (whoa)
All a nigga know is take meds (whoa), nigga, stop drinkin' my red (Offset)

Fresh off the runway on the run from the cops (run)
Had to put the money in the stash, let it rot (stash)
Had to get a front to get it poppin' at the opps (bah, bah, bah)
Fuckin' bitches with my bitch on lock (lock, lock, lock)

Drippin' in the Gucci, Gucci, slop, slop (Gucci, Gucci)
Put me in the water, swim with the sharks (swim with the sharks)
Caught a cookie man smokin' on smart (cookie)
Aston Martin with the seat Pop-Tart (woo)

Get up in the field, you ain't e'en got enough heart (who?)
Hunnid thousand have a nigga dad on milk cartons (brrt)
Hunnid rounds hangin' out the Vince Carter carbon (brrt)
Birkin on my bitch, wrist, that's a light 40s (Birkin)

I'm runnin' to the money like Gump (run)
Rolls-Royce truck, tailgatin' out the trunk (hey)
I don't want that bitch, 'cause that bitch a runt (nah)
Nine zips, I done po'd up for lunch (mud)

Get up in the pot, then I punch (get up in there)
Get up in the mouth, make her grunt (get up in there)
Fuckin' in the fourth down, nigga don't punt (who?)
If we got smoke, lookin' for you is a hunt (smoke)

Straight up out the bando, the ghetto (ghetto)
Rest in peace, Pistol, got a halo (halo)
Stayin' at the scene, gotta lay low (lay low)
Bag's Celine, full of pesos (Celine)

Tony Montana with the yayo (Tony)
I don't got manners with the K, ho (brrt)
You're dust when I hit you with the K, roll (dust)
Set snappin' on that B like Fabo (hey)

Stackin' up the bands, Lego (Lego)
We at ya head, tomato (tomato)
.38 slug, potato (30 inch, baow)
Nigga, don't fold for the say-so (woo)

Yeah, the top of it's brown (the top of it's brown)
Yeah, the middle of it's red (middle of it's red)
Yeah, she nut by the round, they call it squirtin' instead (let's go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real), we skippin' town from the feds (let's go)

Yeah, this codeine on chill (act), she wet like a shower head (woo-hoo)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, whoa-yeah)
I came with the deals (whoa), I came in with hoes like a sled (whoa-yeah)

Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (whoa)
I keep a Rolls-Royce in the shed (Rolls-Royce in this)
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your neck (fuckin' your neck)
'Fore we done got to the bed ('fore we done got to the bed)

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say

Chanel, she can get a little tab today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (I'm in London)
My new Balenciaga rags today (got my beat from London)



Credits
Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Tim Gomringer, Roark Bailey, Kevin Gomringer, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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