Run Me Down (feat. Getts)

Yeah, turn it up in the headphones

Who's messing with my mic?

Has someone binit?

Course no one’s binit

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

Got a dozen down

Big Bad doesn't doubt

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

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

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

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

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