Double R, right now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin', Drag Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches 'til the bed break Let's see how much lead you can take Never let a nigga pay for what I give away We can all share, clip to my waist it's all spare So run, dammit, run when I bust my gun I miss none, put y'all in critical condition I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches Or layin' niggas down, Drag bust the most rounds While y'all niggas dibble and dabble The shit I pull up wit, it'll feel like it grabs you We ain't fuckin' I had you Shit I know Drag'll be glad to if I had to Soon as she in the bathroom, I'm in her ass too Gotta six shot shooter that'll pop through ya Glock ruger in case I call my block movers State troopers on my ass Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash My Z look pretty when it's fast I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas The opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero when the fires on Y'all won't even see ya moms Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone In case of a fire never take the elevator Walk 2 flights, hold ya breath and take the steps Do my ladies run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my ballers run this? Yes, they do run this mutha? Do my mamis run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my dogs run this/ Yes, they do run this mutha Ayo, I only fuck bitches that's flexible Ankle touch neck sex incredible When Drag about to spark cats Ain't no bargin' wit that When my gun spit it say "Where the target at?" 'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat So let me walk that walk 'Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nike, stay wit those Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe I leave blood stains on sponges Cum stains on comforters, I leave rooms foggy 'Til where y'all can't find me, keep a bad mami Twisting up the green scent Like tangerine face out of a magazine like ebony On the block I pump the ivory Never pay for show, I only fuck wit those that never ate before That means no food, no cars and just skip bail The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale The blow you only know about is the air outside I have nightmares before I sleep, I pray y'all fry For a pie I lay out guys 'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures Never chase treasures, flame niggas for pleasure Red/Gold vest bullets go through tef Got better double R, 2 letter, nigga Do my ladies run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my ballers run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my mamis run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my dogs run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my ladies run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my ballers run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my mamis run this? Yes, they do run this mutha Do my dogs run this? Yes, they do run this mutha © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com