Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Run, artist - Young Thug. Album song On The Rvn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
On the Run |
Yeah, I’m on the run |
Here I come, I’m with your mom |
(Fuck all that, let’s go) |
We got London On Da Track |
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop |
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops |
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks |
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy |
I just might hop inside a cab today (Skrrt) |
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (Ayy) |
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (Bent) |
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt) |
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel) |
Fuck around and drop a few bags today |
I just might do the whole dash today (Woo!) |
Might do Balenciaga rags today (Oh, damn, woo!) |
Niggas might kill for biscuits |
Trappin' out the intercontinental (Hey!) |
Bitch can’t wait 'til my check clear |
Bitch gon' act like she triller (Act like she triller) |
Baby tryna trip me outta check (Woah) |
Nigga tryna pour my red |
All a nigga know is take meds |
Nigga, stop drinkin' my red (Woo!) |
Some of these niggas don’t tell the truth |
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (Smoke out) |
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me |
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (Got woadies right now, now) |
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (Fed up) |
In the drop, me, my dog had 'em ten key (Woo!) |
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen |
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (Blast-off) |
Okay, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (Baguettes! Yeah, bitch) |
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (Ooh, let’s go) |
Polish your ass, polish your stomach |
And polish your face (Polish your face) |
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (Woo!) |
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that |
Whole lotta ain’t this (Whole lotta, whole lotta) |
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (Oh, oh) |
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes |
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin' |
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop |
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops |
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks |
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy |
I just might hop inside a cab today (Skrrt) |
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (Ayy) |
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (Bent) |
Burberry guts what the captain say (Woah, woah, woah) |
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel) |
Fuck around and drop a few bags today |
I just might do the whole dash today (Woo!) |
My new Balenciaga rags today (Oh, damn, woo!) |
Niggas might kill for biscuits |
Trappin' out the intercontinental |
Bitch can’t wait 'til my check clear |
Bitch gon' act like she triller |
Baby tryna trip me outta check (Woah) |
Nigga tryna pour my red (Woah) |
All a nigga know is take meds (Woah) |
Nigga, stop drinkin' my red |
Woo, woo, woo, woo woo, Offset! |
Fresh off the runway on the run from the cops (Run) |
Had to put the money in the stash, let it rot (Stash) |
Had to get a front to get it poppin' at the opps (Bow, bow, bow) |
Fuckin' bitches with my bitch on lock (Lock, lock, lock) |
Drippin' in the Gucci, Gucci, slop, slop (Gucci, Gucci) |
Put me in the water, swim with the sharks (Swim with the sharks) |
Caught a cookie man smokin' on smart (Cookie) |
Aston Martin with the seat Pop-Tart (Woo) |
Get up in the field, yeen got enough heart (Who?) |
Hunnid thousand have a nigga dad on milk cartons (Brrrt) |
Hunnid rounds hangin' out the Vince Carter carbon (Brrrt) |
Birkin on my bitch, wrist, that’s a light 40 (That's a Birkin) |
Um, runnin' to the money like Gump (Run) |
Rolls Royce truck, tailgating out the trunk (Hey) |
I don’t want that bitch, 'cause that bitch a runt (Nah) |
Nine zips, I done po’d up for lunch (Mud) |
Get up in the pot, then I punch (Get up in there) |
Get up in the mouth, make her grunt (Get up in there) |
Fuckin' in the fourth down, nigga don’t punt (Who?) |
If we got smoke, lookin' for you is a hunt (Smoke) |
Straight up out the bando, the ghetto (Ghetto) |
Rest in peace, Pistol, got a halo (Halo) |
Stayin' at the scene, gotta lay low (Lay low) |
Bag’s Celine, full of pesos (Celine) |
Tony Montana with the yayo (Tony) |
I don’t got manners with the K, ho (Brrrt) |
You are dust when I hit you with the K, roll (Dust) |
Set snappin' on that bih like Fabo (Hey) |
Stackin' up the bands, Lego (Lego) |
We at ya head, tomato (Tomato) |
Thirty eight slug, potato (Thirty inch, baow) |
Nigga, don’t fold for the say-so (Woo) |
Yeah, the top of it’s brown (The top of it’s brown) |
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (Middle of it’s red) |
Yeah, she nut by the round |
They call it squirtin' instead (Let's go) |
Yeah, I like her for real (Like her for real) |
We skippin' town from the feds (Let's go) |
This codeine on chill (Act!) |
She wet like a shower head (Woo-hoo!) |
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill) |
I came with the powers and nails (Powers and nails, woah-yeah) |
I came with the deals (Woah) |
I came in with hoes like a sled (Woah-yeah) |
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (Woah) |
I keep a Rolls Royce in the shed (Keep Rolls Royce in this) |
Yeah, I’m fuckin' your neck (Fuckin' your neck) |
'Fore we done got to the bed ('Fore we done got to the bed) |
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop |
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops |
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks |
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy |
I just might hop inside a cab today |
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (Ayy) |
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (Bent) |
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt) |
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel) |
Fuck around and drop a few bags today |
I just might do the whole dash today (Woo!) |
My new Balenciaga rags today (Oh, damn, woo!) |
I’m in London, got my beat from London |