Run Some Laps lyrics

by

3zzy & Rio Da Yung OG


[Intro: 3zzy]
Ayy (Too Raw)
Ain't no cap ’bout these racks, huh
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: 3zzy]
I just want some racks, me and Ri' gon' trap
Feel like Nipsey Hussle, baby, we gon’ run some laps
Conversatin' with my white boy about the pack
Yeah, I can get them b*tches gone, give me a week and I'll be back
Lil' bro just dropped a five of red, don't know how to act
But I could give him five bands in blues to hit your hat
Drippin' in VLONE, them n*ggas think they drippin' [?]
Was shinin' in the front, b*tch, I was walkin’ in the back
Your b*tch’d probably walk inside my closet and collapse
I'm finna drop the price and change the climate with the pack
Ayy, come here, I got a b*tch that wanna hollеr in the back
Yeah, she gon’ f*ck you good, but you might havе no dollars after that
But look, b*tch, yeah, y'all know what time it is
We got chops with tits, and Glocks with sticks
I could've had the ho, but let Rio knock the b*tch
Not c*cky, I'm confident, baby, yeah
I’m rude too, I be road runnin'
Every week, new rental car with four onions
If he ain't touch ten in a week, that ain't no dope money
Beat that n*gga blue and black like he stole from us
You know I f*ck with Beezy B because he big doggin'
Big 3, I'm sh*t talkin', Creep, he be brick offin'
Your n*gga follow me on Insta' to get some drip off me
b*tch, you gon' pay me for this di*k, can't get a lick off me
b*tch, I feel like Mr. Krabs, can't get a cent off me
Beezy out here guidin' b*tches, ho, go get that lint off him
He just got some Runtz in a glass bottle, was too frosty
b*tch, you know I'm fiendin' for Wock', no seal, I still bought it
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Man, I ain't gon' lie
My n*gga puttin' on for LA, man
That n*gga came down here, yeah
Alright, alright
Ghetto Boyz sh*t

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga say he killin' me, but not today
I had to go and spray the crib up 'cause dog got away
Don't know why I just bought these two pints and I got an eight
I can show you how to make eleven hundred dollars a lot of ways
She get whatever 'cause she loyal, what you want, a helicopter, bae?
Known for cuttin' dope, I done did more hits than Dr. Dre
sh*t on a n*gga with my fro out, b*tch, I'm Dr. J
Sent my dog to go and bust a script for me like, "What the doctor say?"
If a n*gga robbed me last night, twenty people gettin' shot today
Today, I dropped an EP, a Cuban link, and I dropped an eight
Bumped into dog, he was quiet, but on the 'net, he had a lot to say
Me and 3zzy downtown with two Glocks, our pockets safe
Alright, let's get physical
Bro caught a pistol case and got life, he a habitual
She suck the di*k and swallow everything, that's what that lick'll do
Fan tryna take a flick, I'm tryna call the plug, I need a pitcher too
This is not the little Benz, this the bigger coupe
f*ck around and crash the i8 tryna sip my juice
The car totaled out, but guess what? I ain't spill my juice
You could pour it in the smallest pop you got, but it's still a deuce (2Raw)
I could break my right hand, but I'm still gon' shoot
Set up a session up, give the engineer a bar, then steal the booth
Million just off rap in one year, I'ma tell the truth
The weed weighin' out, but where the drank? I gotta scale that too
'Cause you know that Karo always make the pint heavy
'Bout to drop a wide body Hellcat, I don't like Chevy
I would've shot them n*ggas in the car, I ain't like Melly
Next watch I buy a Richard Mille, I don't like prezis
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what
Shout out my n*gga 3zzy, n*gga, they came
All the way to the Murder Mitten to get this sh*t in, n*gga
This sh*t on the floor
Boyz for life, free Peezy
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
I won't let you down, my baby
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