Rundown lyrics

[Intro]
RBE x SOB that's the gang b*tch
Chuck on the beat

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Big stack of them blues make the adrenaline rush
Might give ya b*tch a dose, but I ain't kissin' the sl*t
n*ggas broke but got the nerve to be hittin' the blunt
I ain't worried 'bout 'em plottin' 'cause that gleezy is tucked
n*ggas broke, in they feelin's, my head I shake
Bet a band on my wrist, then it's bread I take
And if the b*tch want these rounds, then the bed I break
Tried to run off wit' the bag, then his leg I ate
And if you never see me wit' 'em, then his b*tch single
Boy you nice as hell, ain't no mean in you
Touch me the wrong way, mom's gon' need tissue
Flee the scene when we slide, bullets flee wit' you
Bring ya b*tch around me, you leave sad puppy
Enough clips for everybody tryna act funny
And if you dissin' on the net, use my 'at' dummy
You ain't had a finger cramp from no rack thumbin'
n*gga you don't got no hoes, you be cat huntin'
Aww damn if you broke then that cat runnin'
House lick, you the type to not grab nothin'
And while you n*ggas wantin' to hate, we be mad hustlin'
Wild n*ggas wit' me and they wit' the petty thievery
I told 'em we gon' make it, you a fool you ain't believe in me
She don't wanna get to know me, she just wanna sleep wit' me
I'm married to these Benji's, sorry baby you can keep the ring
Big guns, make a n*gga shake like Harlem
My b*tch, she a snack and yo' b*tch she the garbage
Talkin' like you crazy, you must wanna be a target
Gang fulla demons, slide down meet the Spartans
n*ggas totin' guns but these n*ggas scared to spark it
Two hundred on the dash, hit the gas, watch the car shift
I don't like humans, n*gga why? I'm a Martian
Ray gun totin', green bean get 'em off quick
Runnin' to the cash, oh Lord, I'm exhausted
f*ck lovin' hoes, I'll put 'em up for auction
Stitch lip, threw away the key and I lost it
Smokin' on that sh*t that smell like a dirty armpit
I go back broke, toss me a .40 and a bibber
I do this for my momma, and my granny and my sister
Money too heavy and my hands caught a blister
If she taken, it don't matter, if I want her I'ma get her
DaBoii, why you trippin'? I don't know, I got a temper
I could talk some hundreds to existence, I'm a wizard
Backwood totin' I will never roll a Swisher
b*tch get out yo' feelin's, I ain't f*ckin' wit' no simpers
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Aww, you ain't never blew through a bag of some cat sh*t
b*tch you ain't never f*cked a n*gga wit' some racks
b*tch! Blew a whole zip to the neck
Snitch! Catch a full clip out this TEC
Runnin' through the bag, that's a touchdown
Check on my neck, bust down
Run up on me wrong, bust down
Heard I'm rich? Naw b*tch you can't f*ck now

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
n*gga tryna run, that's a run down
When it come to that check, what's the write down?
If you run up on me wrong, n*gga gun sounds
On my momma, I could never put the gun down
Aww this sh*t crazy
Thank God for this rap, Lord this sh*t saved me
Flexin' on my ex, aww this b*tch hatin'
n*ggas on my b*tch, aww this b*tch taken
n*ggas sneak dissin', Lord this sh*t crazy
Chain on my neck and my wrist cost 80
Sorry that you f*ckin' wit' a clown lil' baby
On my momma, I'll knock yo' n*gga down lil' baby
Ohhhh, so don't test me
Ridin' wit' a TEC, that's a tech when she neck sh*t
Ridin' wit' a clip this big on my neck sh*t
b*tch I'm a young thug n*gga on my Jeff sh*t
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
You ain't never blew through a bag of some cat sh*t
b*tch you ain't never f*cked a n*gga wit' some racks
b*tch! Blew a whole zip to the neck
Snitch! Catch a full clip out this TEC
Runnin' through the bag, that's a touchdown
Check on my neck, bust down
Run up on me wrong, bust down
Heard I'm rich? Naw b*tch you can't f*ck now

[Outro: Yhung T.O.]
You ain't never blew through a bag of some cat sh*t
b*tch you ain't never f*cked a n*gga wit' some racks, racks, racks
Blew a whole zip to the neck
Catch a full clip out this TEC
You ain't never blew through a bag of some cat sh*t
b*tch you ain't never f*cked a n*gga wit' some racks, racks, racks
Blew a whole zip to the neck
Catch a full clip out this TEC