Don't Run (Remix)

[Chorus: Casanova] Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) [Post-Chorus: Casanova] Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) You ain’t know I had the gun Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) You ain’t know I had the gun [Verse 1: Young M.A] B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N It’s Brooklyn back at it again If it’s an issue, then we handle that Me and my gun stick together like candle wax No face no case tie the bandana back Niggas blam at me fuck it I’m blamming back Hit the grip with extended clip then a nigga flinch You showing off let the 40 boom tomato sauce Those is foreigns nigga take em off Nigga take em off I want that watch I want that chain too Thank that be all I be mobbing with a bunch of gs yup its red life High speed dippin on the d’s running red lights Hop out run in the building fucking up a pair of Nikes No paradise, I’m in the hood like a pair of dice [Verse 2: Fabolous] Y’all know what this is nobody move nobody get hurt Brooklyn forever Just keep your hands where I can see them We here now don’t run We gonna do this nice and smooth Two times the family ha They like damn boy you moving different (facts) Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business (heard you) Nah dog I just gotta prove em different (shit different) But still packing like I’m in the moving business (boom boom boom) Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different Ya boy still whipping like he in this movie business Got the Jamba Juice right here in the bomber goose Niggas tight with me because they baby mama loose Hold up You fuck boys ain’t get it She got with a real one Now fuck boys can’t hit it We out here making moves stuck boys ain’t with it When the fam pop out you fuck boys ain’t litty (huh?) I had to call cas like bro what up bro I heard niggas wanna book me for my watch (niggas plotting?) He said nah it’s a Phillippe for a show Them niggas wanna book you for a watch I guess time is money If being broke is a joke you never find us funny I’m on a thousy shit that you on is lousy So ya shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey [Chorus: Casanova] Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch Ya ain’t know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) [Post-Chorus: Casanova] Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) You ain’t know I had the gun Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) Fuck boy don’t run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don’t run (where you going) You ain’t know I had the gun [Verse 3: Dave East] Cas You ain’t know I had the sig on me I could give a fuck about your big homie Jumpin out that foreign got your bitch on me In all white looking like I bust a brick open You Frank Ocean niggas singing to men The bouncer know how we rocking so we bringing them in Nuts have that juice around got me leaning again If I say them niggas is ops you’ll never see me with them I book niggas niggas book me that’s gangsta I been cut Homie tried to book me with a razor Crippin in the Jeep I’m like Tookie with the Wrangler Tonight I ain’t dancing its hard to boogie with the banger, danger [Verse 4: Don Q] Yeah Yeah Don bitch Cas I got you my nigga Niggas try to book me for my watch Me and boogie in the drop got my hoody and the Glock Couple years back we was cooking cookies in the pot I had a 30 try 10 I was a rookie in the spot Fast forward to now I’m the nigga the hoes chose Bartenders and pole hoes giving me low blows Now we whipping the Rolls slow maybe the Porsche gold Cuban is rose gold dollar fonta with four o’s Studied the game tapes you the king I remain ace I done ate dinner shaved crack on the same plate Sparks still it hit how a car feel I hit your car wheel but I make it cartwheel til the tarp peel School of hardknocks I got knocks selling hard crills Lyrical operated I ain’t taking the narcs deal Niggas gonna try to throw dirt if they want But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month (what) Don [Verse 5: Casanova] You know where the Nets play Out in Brooklyn shooting niggas in broad day Running off on the plug nigga that’s no way Out in Brooklyn getting brick from the oyay It’s 2 times, comma that Brooklyn bring that money back Tried to catch me slipping in Lust Left with a hundred pack Shooters like a quarterback Money long I ordered that You should never thought of that Now you can’t get your daughter back