Run Down (feat. OnPointLikeOP & G Herbo)
That boy comin' live, uh
Look, bah, grrt, woo
Yeah, woo
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, woo)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt), look
Soon as folk see my man's, so I'm droppin' the rakes
I ain't gon' stop until a body drop, and I can't wait to see that day (woo)
In my Ruth's Chris from Chick-fil-A (blaow), and a 50 cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I grew up in the hood (hood), so please don't judge me by my ways (baow)
Hands down, look, if I see an opp, it's a man down (bah)
Hol' on (hol' on), wait (wait), I ain't never need a handout (nah)
They know my body (know my body), when the Woos in the spot, all the opps ran out (woo)
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, skrrt-skrrt)
Uh, everything is updated
A thousand ways to get paid (you know), 1090 be exact (ha)
And I'm so stuck in my ways (ways), that my bros steady movin' tact
Hol' on (grrt), hol' on (bah), uppin' the rake, you get rolled on (what?)
So many opps, so many shots, I don't know who we gon' roll-on (what?)
Slide through, servin' these niggas like drive-throughs (bah)
Red flag on, bangin' on niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like Ryu (suu-whoop), huh
Try who? Pussy niggas gon' try who? (What?)
Ran through a hunnid, nigga been a hunnid (look)
Call up the Woos, they gon' slide through (woo)
Talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt)
Ayy-ayy, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, EBK (gang-gang)
Move over, now it's gang in the place, you can't ID, all he saw was flames in his face
And the IG gettin' opps carried away, now the graveyard's runnin' out of space, ayy
.45 like Amazon Prime, put a nigga in the air in a day
I'm in that Rolls Cullinan, touch right there in the doors comin' in
Smokin' Za', we got O's bomin' in, foenem always got hoes comin' in (whew)
Chain make 'em say, "Woo" like Pop Smoke (like Pop Smoke)
And I fuck with the Woo, R.I.P. Pop Smoke (R.I.P. Pop Smoke)
OP from the Floss, my vato, G Herbo (look)
Talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bag)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt), look
(Yeah, huh, woo, yeah) Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt)
Look, bah, grrt, woo
Yeah, woo
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, woo)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt), look
Soon as folk see my man's, so I'm droppin' the rakes
I ain't gon' stop until a body drop, and I can't wait to see that day (woo)
In my Ruth's Chris from Chick-fil-A (blaow), and a 50 cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I grew up in the hood (hood), so please don't judge me by my ways (baow)
Hands down, look, if I see an opp, it's a man down (bah)
Hol' on (hol' on), wait (wait), I ain't never need a handout (nah)
They know my body (know my body), when the Woos in the spot, all the opps ran out (woo)
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, skrrt-skrrt)
Uh, everything is updated
A thousand ways to get paid (you know), 1090 be exact (ha)
And I'm so stuck in my ways (ways), that my bros steady movin' tact
Hol' on (grrt), hol' on (bah), uppin' the rake, you get rolled on (what?)
So many opps, so many shots, I don't know who we gon' roll-on (what?)
Slide through, servin' these niggas like drive-throughs (bah)
Red flag on, bangin' on niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like Ryu (suu-whoop), huh
Try who? Pussy niggas gon' try who? (What?)
Ran through a hunnid, nigga been a hunnid (look)
Call up the Woos, they gon' slide through (woo)
Talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt)
Ayy-ayy, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, EBK (gang-gang)
Move over, now it's gang in the place, you can't ID, all he saw was flames in his face
And the IG gettin' opps carried away, now the graveyard's runnin' out of space, ayy
.45 like Amazon Prime, put a nigga in the air in a day
I'm in that Rolls Cullinan, touch right there in the doors comin' in
Smokin' Za', we got O's bomin' in, foenem always got hoes comin' in (whew)
Chain make 'em say, "Woo" like Pop Smoke (like Pop Smoke)
And I fuck with the Woo, R.I.P. Pop Smoke (R.I.P. Pop Smoke)
OP from the Floss, my vato, G Herbo (look)
Talkin', tell 'em, "Niggas, stop it" (yeah, huh, woo, yeah)
Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bag)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt), look
(Yeah, huh, woo, yeah) Woo back, baby, run-down, chase 'em (yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bah)
Huh, everything is updated (yeah, grrt)
Credits
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Yosief Tafari, Herbert Randall Wright, Kirston Ball
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