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