On the Run (Solo)

[Intro]

Yeah, I'm on the run

Here I come, I'm with your moms

(Fuck all that, let's go)

We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop

I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops

I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer an' rocks

I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today (Skrt)

Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (Aye)

When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (Bent)

Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)

Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)

Fuck around and drop a few bags today

I just might do the whole dash today (Woo!)

My new Balenciaga rags today (Oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]

Niggas might kill for biscuits

Trappin' out the intercontinental (Hey!)

Bitch can't wait 'til my check clear

Bitch gon' act like she triller (Act like she triller)

Baby tryna trip me outta check (Whoa)

Nigga tryna pour my red

All a nigga know is take meds

Nigga, stop drinkin' my red (Woo!)

[Verse 1]

Slime all these niggas, I'm tired of trie

I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (Smoke out)

I got rollies galore, ain't no clowning me

I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (Got woadies right now, now)

I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (Fed up)

In the drop, me, my dog had 'em ten key (Woo!)

Secret service, so everything is touchscreen

I had walked in the loft, didn't insert a key (blast-off)

Okay, patty cake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)

For God's sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let's go)

Polish your ass, polish your stomach

And polish your face (Polish your face)

Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that's all I can say (woo!)

Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that

Whole lotta ain't this (Whole lotta, whole lotta)

Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (Oh, oh)

I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes

I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop

I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops

I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer an' rocks

I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)

Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)

When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)

Burberry guts what the captain say (Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh)

Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)

Fuck around and drop a few bags today (Fuck 'round)

I just might do the whole dash today (Hold up)

My new Balenciaga rags today (Swoop)

[Post-Chorus]

Niggas might kill for biscuits

Trappin' out the intercontinental

Bitch can’t wait ‘til my check clear

Bitch gon’ act like she triller

Baby tryna trip me outta check (Whoa)

Nigga tryna pour my red (Whoa)

All a nigga know is take meds (Whoa)

Nigga, stop drinkin' my red

[Verse 2]

I want the baddest señora, I'm bout to turn this bitch up

I just want to tell you she told you, yeah

She say she want it in her butt

I told that bitch "bend it over"

I'm a kingpin, yeah

Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

On the west coast with no spokes (Nah)

You said that you ridin (You said)

You said you in (Yeah)

You sure stayed down, now you in a Benz

This livelihood we livin' in

It's all good in this life of sin

I have a boatload of diamonds

When I get tired of this rhyming

I'm trying to kidnap your hotness

He bout' to catch him a body

I stand the stick up on one feet

Bitch bout as tall as your body

Don't let it slide when you try me

Ain't no big gunnin' around me

Hop off the jet we was nine deep

It was a 16-passenger seat

I like the way you been rhyming

One of one, no siamese

I got my card on file, dirty Miami gon' fix all my Chinese

Fuck 'til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up

I think flying me there

Yeah, the top of it's brown (The top of it's brown)

Yeah, the middle of it's red (Middle of it's red)

Yeah, she nut by the round

They call it squirtin' intead (Let's go)

Yeah, I like her for real (Like her for real)

We skippin' town from the feds (Let's go)

This codeine on chill (Act!)

She wet like a shower head (Woo-hoo!)

Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)

I came with the powers and nails (Powers and nails, whoa-yeah)

I came with the deals (Whoa)

I came in with hoes like a sled (Whoa-yeah)

Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (Whoa)

I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)

Yeah, I'm fuckin' your nat (Fuckin' your nat)

'Fore we done got to the bed ('Fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]

If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop

I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops

I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer an' rocks

I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy

I just might hop inside a cab today

Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (Ayy)

When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (Bent)

Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)

Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)

Fuck around and drop a few bags today

I just might do the whole dash today (Woo!)

My new Balenciaga rags today (Oh, damn, woo!)

[Outro]

We got London On Da Track