Lyrics Ran Em - King Iso, A-Wax

Ran Em

Police got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em
When I’m pouring up the juice I’m hella heavy-handed
Broke the money counter, fuck it, I’ll just use my hands then
Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in
Do she think I’m hansom or is it this Rolly dancing?
$ 700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up
You was up when we was down, you should’ve picked your mans up
12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs
Free them guys inside, I gotta keep it by my side
Some chunky, I don’t rock with nothin pocket size
While you fighting with your bitch, I’m fighting homicides
If you gon' diss me, when you see m don’t apologize
Put your baby mama in my video and monetiz
How you let her have your baby?
I just let her swallow mine
All I knew is gang signs before the dollar signs
Don’t ask me for nothing though, bitch that’s where we draw the line
Everyday I thank above for me not catching life
Caught a body in the trenches over catching dice
Felon in possession, they don’t want me to protect my life
Told a bitch I’ll marry her, she said she gon' be my second wife
Double-whooper since a teen, she wants to join a team
You ain’t really balling, you just running unemployment schemes
Only time these suckers ever score is when they score some lean
I been doing songs with Drake, ain’t talking 'bout that boy that sings
Police got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em
When I’m pouring up the juice I’m hella heavy-handed
Broke the money counter, fuck it, I’ll just use my hands then
Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in
Do she think I’m hansom or is it this Rolly dancing?
$ 700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up
You was up when we was down, you should’ve picked your mans up
12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs
Let my demons get 'em, more a bitch named Angel Spot-'Em
Get a halo, futuristic blix, not even Halo got 'em
Type to ask you «Do we have a problem?», then create a problem
You ain’t really brazy blood, I lived in the insane asylum
Broke out, 12 chasing me like OJ and vodka
Baby staring at this presidential bitch who ain’t Ivanka
Tell Trump he still won’t get my vote by giving Wayne a pardon
3D printer, want a rocket launcher?
Bro we’ll make a mock-up
Mood stabilizes, got the blood a lil' woozy
All my friends are dead, it’s just me and this lil' Uzi
How you getting money when you owe it like Wilson, goofy?
Petty, if this bitch don’t let me fuck, then she can’t hit the doobie
Big jacuzzi, blowing a cigar like the Tony scene
Brody he from Elm he told me tell my ops to go to sleep
Get a round of shots for him and I ain’t talking order drinks
We was masking up inside these doors before the quarantine
Police got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em
When I’m pouring up the juice I’m hella heavy-handed
Broke the money counter, fuck it, I’ll just use my hands then
Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in
Do she think I’m hansom or is it this Rolly dancing?
$ 700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up
You was up when we was down, you should’ve picked your mans up
12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs