Letra de Run It - Rundown Spaz

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Loady G

Fuck the peace, nigga

Ha, ha, ha

(Production shot)

Ayy, bitch, my aimin' game official, catch an opp, that nigga fucked

We put fullies on our pistols, hear that "Brrt," you out of luck

Last nigga that we caught, we ain't give that boy no time to duck

I don't know why these niggas cappin', go check the score, they know who up

Get yo' sister, set you up, you'll think yo' family was corrupt

Got this little ho from Milwaukee, she'll go crazy for some Bucks

Nigga talking all that hot shit, get his watermelon bussed

You better stay inside that house 'cause gang and them don't give no fucks (Production shot)

They'll smoke you at the store

They'll smoke you at your show

They'll let that fully blow and knock your head from off your throat

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

How many opp niggas got smoked?

Every time I get interrogated, I just act like I don't know

Diss on bro, we up the score, we at your door like yo' PO

Hit the scene, then I ain't leavin' 'til somebody brains up on the floor

You think that Smith & Wesson loyal?

Treat my Glock like this bitch royal

This a message to Lil' Red, none of your niggas slidin' for you (Production shot)

Yeah, I see them niggas lookin', hope they don't think that they no bullies

Vrrah, vrrah, switch up on this Glock, gon' bake him like a cookie

I get active with this fully, bitch, I'm too far from a rookie

Niggas seen that I was out, they in the house, they playin' hooky

They keep hidin', but I keep lookin', peakin' through the blinds, I'ma get to shootin'

They see Loady executin', that's why the opps steady recruitin'

I'm still with the same niggas, grave diggin' gang members

And wherever them boys go, just know they got that thang with 'em

We ain't never out here lackin', catch a opp nigga in traffic

We gon' turn his ass to ashes, last thing he hear is choppers clappin'

Niggas die when I'm on missions, known for standin' on straight business

They done freed the real Spaz, now it's time to free Shad and Diggy

Bitch, my aimin' game official, catch an opp, that nigga fucked

We put fullies on our pistols, hear that "Brrt," you out of luck

Last nigga that we caught, we ain't give that boy no time to duck

I don't know why these niggas cappin', go check the score, they know who up (Production shot)

Get yo' sister, set you up, you'll think yo' family was corrupt

Got this little ho from Milwaukee, she'll go crazy for some Bucks

Nigga talking all that hot shit, get his watermelon bussed

You better stay inside that house 'cause gang and them don't give no fucks (Production shot)

Gang

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