RUN ME DOWN

[Intro: Giggs] Yeah, turn it up in the headphones Who's messing with my mic? Has someone binit? Course no one’s binit [Verse 1: Giggs] Yeah, the bricks on the ship goes up and down That bitch on my dick goes up and down Better stick to the script 'til we comin' ’round Gonna rain on your bricks and it's comin' down It's a hit, it's a hit, got the summer sound Got the game in a grip, got 'em runnin' 'round Got my name on your lips and me comin’ ’round Never came with no tricks, had to dumb it down But I came with a bitch and a bummy pound And the mandem were bitch and they bogged me down But my chick's lookin’ sick in a yummy gown Put her hands in my jeans and she shove it down Little shoobs, little shoobs, little club in town Got the goons in the place with the chubby rounds Best stand over there, yeah them muggy bounds Niggas jump out the pram, make the buggy bounce (Jheez) Got a dozen down Big Bad doesn't doubt (Nah) Doesn't shout That doesn't count Got your hands in the air, put ’em fuckin' down Gonna end up in lost and the fuckin' found Got her hands in my face, yeah, she's lovin' brown I'm the man in the place that they're runnin' down (Jheez) [Chorus: Giggs] Run me down Run me down (Yeah, yeah) Run me down Okay, rub me down (Yeah, yeah) Run me down Run me down Run me down Okay, rub me down Got the big CEO's and the taggies down Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down Run me down Run me down Run me down Okay, rub me down [Post-Chorus: Ghetts] Buff (Buff), that's gettin' bust (Gettin' bust) That's gettin' beat up (Beat up) That's gettin' rushed (Yeah, yeah) Game in my hand (In my hand) That's gettin' crushed Clean up the mess Dust pan and brush [Verse 2: Ghetts] Creep from the riddim like I'm venomous Backyard full of skeletons Nickname Sheldon I already told you on Shellington Dem man are soft, you know handle with care, delicate Us man are armed, I swing off the chandelier and drop everything Let's play a game called who da fucks madder Knife work doin' up bladders Right turn, too many cameras Turn back, hidin' my face, like I'm movin' embarrassed That's how I maneuver with daggers Takin' stripes and numerous badges My niggas so mental I don't know if they're stupid or savage Bikes, I got a few in the garage We'll ride on whoever's bangin' Night king, I take the juice out the dragon Might swing, and make a human a cabbage Night wing, I'm like who wid' is active It's G-H, I'm coming from the East Side Old school Green gate, runnin' in my Levis 'Round here brethren nothin' at the seaside Man gets stuck up and deep fried With both gloves off, I punch up a beeline Fuck it up and then rewind Double clutch and look behind Summer's up but I keep fires Somethin' tucked like I'm Eli [Chorus: Giggs] Run me down Run me down Run me down Okay, rub me down Run me down Run me down Run me down Okay, rub me down Got the big CEO's and the taggies down Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down Run me down Run me down Run me down Okay, rub me down