Doncha Runaway

(verse 1)：

Now don't you run away from my glock

You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots

Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger

Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga

Shiiit,

I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs

And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton

Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack

So say "what up?" to the 187 fac

Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats

Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex

Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap

So if you're funkin' with the fac

Better to stay strapped

Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat

Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up

When your homie dropped, it's simple

You can't run away from my glock

(chorus): 2x

Doncha runaway

From my nine

There's no place to hide

I'm gonna get you by and by

(verse 2):

Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit

The trigga-happy nigga, i figure

Niggas won't wanna step to me

If they know i'll be bustin' caps

I roll straps niggas take naps

Cause i don't be fuckin' around

When it comes to bustin' that steel

I'm too real, niggas feeel me

When i kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard

But fuck what you've heard

I smokes niggas like herb

Put your ass smooth on ice

So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg

For your muthafuckin' life

Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter

Make 'em drop, nigga

You can't run away from my glock

(chorus): 2x

(verse 3):

Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine

Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' nine

Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass

Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past

Nigga, i like to let a nigga have a bloody body

Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate

Just a big fat gat for them suckas

I ain't scared to you muthafuckas

Shiiit, and nigga that's how it be

"rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me"

So don't come at me with that shit

'bout you gon gaffle me up

I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' [?], nigga

So keep your hand on your pistol grip

Bullets whistlin' and shit

Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit

And i advice you to stay on the lurk

Cause if you funkin' with my niggas

You gon put in some work, nigga

(chorus): 2x

(outro):

Yeah nigga

You knew you couldn't fuck wid this g

Would you wanna step to me

Fault, hoe, haha

Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass

Ant banks in the muthafuckin' house

My nigga omar

My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit

This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio

Drunk in tha muthafucka

You know what i'm sayin'

But you know one thing

Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped

You know what i'm sayin'

And nobody comin' up short

So don't try to run away from my glock

Can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots

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