Lyrics Run Down - Blac Youngsta

Run Down

Tas gang-gang has never been fucked with really
Man, you asking me?
I been tryna teach you bitches the game
You know these bitches ain’t fucking with me (bitch)
He never been fucked with (whore)
I’m on that frontline, you get gunned down and I’m duckin' the feds, yeah
I got the run down, you get run down, money on yo' head, yeah
I got the shovel, I got the dirt, layin' on my bed, yeah
She gotta shake, she gotta twerk, if I throw some bread, yeah
I got my mud brothers with me, they might buss yo' head, yeah
You know I ain’t fuckin' with her, if she don’t give head, yeah
We got my dawg in the feds, with the feds
I got a Glock with the beam buck red (fuck nigga)
That nigga bitch be speakin' bad on my night
Wish I been on the scene when he said it (gang-gang)
Wish I done knew better, I got my tool out, I been in shootouts (shootout)
You know I’m gon' cross you for the gang, I’m Luda (Luda)
You gotta cool out, you gotta chill before I make you move out (move out)
I might pull up, blow your brains on a scooter
Bitch, bring my food out
Bitch, bring my food out
Bitch, I’m the teacher so I shit on my students
Bitch, I’m the shooter
Bitch, I’ma do her
Bitch I’ma stick my lil' dick in her cooler
I’m on that frontline, you get gunned down and I’m duckin' the feds, yeah
I got the run down, you get run down, money on yo' head, yeah
I got the shovel, I got the dirt, layin' on my bed, yeah
She gotta shake, she gotta twerk, if I throw some bread, yeah
I got my mud brothers with me, they might buss yo' head, yeah
You know I ain’t fuckin' with her, if she don’t give head, yeah
We got my dawg in the feds, with the feds
I got a Glock with the beam buck red (fuck nigga)
That nigga bitch be speakin' bad on my night
Wish I been on the scene when he said it (gang-gang)
You know I’m a four-car driver
You know I’ma stick it inside her (boss bitch)
She’ll jump hard on a coward
She’ll make him pay by the hour
Told the promoter I want some clips and some bullets on my rival
I got the stars in the Wraith, drippin' out of space (drip)
On my sliders (Gucci)
Bitch, I’m a young rich nigga, you know that
You tryna argue, that’s where the door at
She grab my balls, I give her ball racks
You tryna shop?
I’m where the store at
You play with Cho, you play with Snupe
You gon' get shot right on your forehead
I’m on fuck it, buy it shit
Just in case you didn’t know (gang-gang)
I’m on that frontline, you get gunned down and I’m duckin' the feds, yeah
I got the run down, you get run down, money on yo' head, yeah
I got the shovel, I got the dirt, layin' on my bed, yeah
She gotta shake, she gotta twerk, if I throw some bread, yeah
I got my mud brothers with me, they might buss yo' head, yeah
You know I ain’t fuckin' with her, if she don’t give head, yeah
We got my dawg in the feds, with the feds
I got a Glock with the beam buck red (fuck nigga)
That nigga bitch be speakin' bad on my night
Wish I been on the scene when he said it (gang-gang)
Bitch, I been out the Porsche nigga.
Know what I’m saying?
This shit’ll never
change nigga, it gon' never stop nigga.
Man, kill this shit, I don’t give a
fuck nigga.
Fuck everybody too.
They know how I’m feeling so fuck you, bitch.
Fuck your pappy, fuck your momma, fuck your auntie, fuck your daddy,
fuck your sister.
Fuck your bro and his bro, tell 'em niggas know we going to
war.
Know I’m saying?
Ayy, check me out.
Gangsta nigga, ever done this shit?
Gangsta nigga in my city, know I’m saying?
A’ight, I put that on my momma,
know I’m saying ho.
Gang, whore