Run It!

[Intro] Hey, glumboy Yeah [Chorus] No, I don't want your shawty, know she been passed to the team I hop up on my mic when I need to let off my steam I been smoking on this gas, it feel like I live in a dream And nobody making music that can top me, fuck with me And no, I don't got no ego, so don't think That I can switch up on my bros by any fucking means And no, I don't want your nigga team, bitch, I know you a fiend If you fuck with me, I fuck with you, that's just the way I think [Verse 1] Got a big heart and that is my biggest fucking weakness I done tweeted out some shit and some people said, "Delete this" And I don't even fucking blame 'em, I would too Oh shit, that's your song? That shit go real hard on mute (Hahaha) Oh shit, you got a gun, but we know you won't shoot (Boom, boom) Don't give no fucks 'bout that shit that you gon' do [Verse 2] 'Cause I'm at thе top of this shit, I run it My niggas run into your crib, we gunning Diamonds on my necklace, ion likе stunting You talking that shit, boy, I know that you fronting Know I could never damn lie, uh Bro got a TEC in the pock', got the heat Finna shoot, and he shoot from the side, yeah Hopping inside of the studio, putting in effort, I don't need to try, no I made a promise to my fucking mama, I told her that she wouldn't cry again Don't want that Ford, I want that Benz Don't give a fuck how much I spend I want them twenties, I don't want them tens Talk all that shit, but don't make sense Making them dollars, you making them cents 'Member the days I was setting up tents Boutta put bro in the past damn tense All of my sins, you know I repent, yeah [Verse 3] She wan' fuck, okay I told her come my way Don't much I can say Just know that I don't play I'm running to the loot, I need that ándale I'm counting up the cheddar, know I'm getting paid Glumboy, we in the cut When I come, I fuck it up Broken heart, don't want no love I'm just playing, I need some love We gon' make him see them doves Once it's up, then that shit's stuck Really think I give a fuck Wishing you the worst of luck [Chorus] No, I don't want your shawty, know she been passed to the team I hop up on my mic when I need to let off my steam I been smoking on this gas, it feel like I live in a dream And nobody making music that can top me, fuck with me And no, I don't got no ego, so don't think That I can switch up on my bros by any fucking means And no, I don't want your nigga team, bitch, I know you a fiend If you fuck with me, I fuck with you, that's just the way I think [Outro] Hey, glumboy