RUN YO sh*t lyrics
by Ruben Slikk
[Intro: Ruben Slikk]
Uhhhh
Slikk, Slikk, Slikk (Codeine, codeine, Mclean, Mclean)
Pipemobb, pipemobb, n*gga
Pipemobb, my n*gga (AR-15 boys)
.223, f*ck n*gga, AR-15 boys
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down
Yeah, boy, we maskin' up on you f*ck n*ggas, boy (Suwoo, Posh Gang, suwoo)
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
I f*cked her in her ass just to steal her Burkin
All my n*ggas strapped, all my n*ggas lurkin'
Set 'em up, have my slime rob his ass in person
Tiny shirt, tiny pants, like a n*gga j*rkin'
Choppa slugs ate his face like some beef j*rky
Told my b*tch to fall in line 'cause she wasn't worthy
Told that b*tch to get it hard but it wasn't workin'
For them Benji's goin' hard, talkin' to the serpent
Hit a lick, turnin' sour, so we had to murk him
And you know we seen them crackers robbin' on a thursday
Couldn't cap me 'cause you know a n*gga is so thirsty
When I'm runnin' from the pigs, b*tch, you gotta murk me
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
[Verse 2: RICOPAXXX]
All my goons f*ckin' lurkin'
They got the .45, so you know they motherf*ckin' servin'
They hidin' in yo f*ckin' bushes
Don't leave yo f*ckin' house 'cause them n*ggas will shoot ya
Real street f*ckin' triggers
Keep this sh*t f*ckin' trilla
My n*ggas tote them f*ckin' AK's
Sprayed a hunnid round clips for f*ckin' days, ayy
I'm out here in these f*ckin' streets
Got that big fire, so you know it's heat
f*ck the f*ckin' police
I mean the po-lice, f*ck them n*ggas twice
I'm on the corner slangin' f*ckin' packs
Ruben Slikk, and he got my motherf*ckin' back
AR hunnid round clips, yeah, we sprayin'
Put yo b*tch in my house, yeah, there she layin'
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
f*ck n*gga lay that sh*t down, b*tch n*gga, run yo sh*t
Think yo life worth that watch? Well, really, n*gga, hand it here
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, crowd screaming loud and clear
Snatch yo gold chains and them Birkin's, Houdini, disappear
[Verse 3: MOEgreezy]
Greezy on the board
Not the beat, but the f*cking skateboard
Yeah, that young whore bussin' down all doors
Hittin' licks, grabbin' chicks, splittin' pus*y lips
Straight sprayin' clips at you pus*y n*ggas tryna flex
Her and that foo ass Rolex
b*tch, I'll f*ck yo b*tch then spend this check
[?] come correct
Boy, you get this TEC
Pop you just like my skatedeck
On these rails, slappin' on these snails
Trippin' on this acid, straight seein' trill
All my n*ggas never f*ckin' bail
Robbery, robbery
b*tch, give me all your property
Ain't nobody stoppin' me
All these bops sloppin' me, sloppin' me
Yeah, b*tch, got that f*ckin' sloppy neck, sloppy neck
[Outro: MOEgreezy]
Oh, f*ck, aw, sh*t, ohh