(verse 1): Now don't you run away from my glock You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga Shiiit, I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack So say what up? to the 187 fac Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap So if you're funkin' with the fac Better to stay strapped Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up When your homie dropped, it's simple You can't run away from my glock
(chorus): 2x Doncha runaway From my nine There's no place to hide I'm gonna get you by and by
(verse 2): Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit The trigga-happy nigga, I figure Niggas won't wanna step to me If they know I'll be bustin' caps I roll straps niggas take naps Cause I don't be fuckin' around When it comes to bustin' that steel I'm too real, niggas feeel me When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard But fuck what you've heard I smokes niggas like herb Put your ass smooth on ice So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg For your muthafuckin' life Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter Make 'em drop, nigga You can't run away from my glock
(chorus): 2x
(verse 3): Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' nine Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate Just a big fat gat for them suckas I ain't scared to you muthafuckas Shiiit, and nigga that's how it be Rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me So don't come at me with that shit 'bout you gon gaffle me up I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' [? ], nigga So keep your hand on your pistol grip Bullets whistlin' and shit Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit And I advice you to stay on the lurk Cause if you funkin' with my niggas You gon put in some work, nigga
(chorus): 2x
(outro): Yeah nigga You knew you couldn't fuck wid this g Would you wanna step to me Fault, hoe, haha Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass Ant banks in the muthafuckin' house My nigga omar My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio Drunk in tha muthafucka You know what I'm sayin' But you know one thing Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped You know what I'm sayin' And nobody comin' up short So don't try to run away from my glock Can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots 187 thousand g
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