Run it (Reloaded) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Dell]
I need a couple M's if I sign a deal (Sign a deal)
My n*gga bond three quarters of a mil'
I know some n*ggas hit the road just to steal (Just to steal)
I know some n*ggas sending loads from the hills
I know some n*ggas comin' home on appeals
Told my b*tch I wanna f*ck, I'm comin' home on a pill (On a pill)
You knew what it was, you supposed to keep it real (Keep it real)
Get that sh*t in blood or get it how you live

[Verse 2: Frozonee]
Frozonee, b*tch, you better chill
It's Frozonee, b*tch, b*tch, this sh*t for real (Woah, woah)
I'm steady poppin' Percocets, I make her feel me
I go by Frozonee, b*tch, this the real me
Foreign b*tch ook like she Kaepernick, lil' sister made her kneel
He had to post up in the bricks, I'm on the block just like Shaquille
On F and Strong, we get it on, you think I'm cappin', ask Lil Bill
b*tch, leave me 'lone, don't call my phone, I got a play, no time to chill

[Verse 3: Lil Dell]
Came in the game, I'm tryna leave a mark (Leave a mark)
Went on a chase, I gotta lead the narcs (Lead the narcs)
If I catch a case, I gotta beat the charge (Beat the charge)
They was tryna add a case, I'm tryna beat the odds (Beat the odds, yeah, yeah)
I've been chillin', don't know how they aggravate the charge
I ain't trippin', but I hope the rap game take me far
They ain't seen me in a minute, guess I made it far
He dive in that water, now he hangin' with the sharks
[Verse 4: Frozonee]
Fourth of July, we shoot them b*tches 'til we see a spark (Gang)
She f*cked me while I had a b*tch, she know to play her part
And she gon' f*ck my brother too 'cause he gon' play his cards
That lil' ho know better not to play me if that ho was smart
I used to tote on the .380, quick to flame a star
Even though she ridin' with her baby, she gon' take the charge

[Verse 5: Lil Dell]
He up them AR pistols like he play guitar, shooting star
He'll crash a n*gga, this right here a star, pull lil' man card
Send some bullets to your brain, make you stop for lookin' hard

[Verse 6: Frozonee]
Them crackers snatchin' up the bros and kickin' doors 'cause we them n*ggas
If you wan' book me for a show, I need a bow, pull up at dealer
It wasn't no practice with Coach Avery, we gon' post up at the Fricker
I pray to God that they free all my n*ggas
n*ggas snitchin' on the squad, cut 'em off, delete the pictures
I been X-ing n*ggas out just for to see the bigger picture
I had the whole gang up in this b*tch, they chasin' us like liquor