Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ran Em, artist - King Iso.
Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
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 |