Run sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Sdot Go]
Like—
Word to my dead

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
How you beefin', you don't got no money?
Like, b*tch, I really does this
No cap, I really run sh*t
I got the fetty, no 4100
Get to spinnin', bro told me I'm buggin'
PTSD, almost shot him for nothin'

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
I get active, I don't gotta mention the sh*t that I do
Spend a couple of bands on my jeans
Like, I don't gotta say what I spent on the shoes
Don't got experience
Little boy do not know what to do, (Boom) like
b*tch on timin', not bringin' no mop
b*tch, I'm bringin' my broom
Like, b*tch, who you?
MB what? n*gga better not say that
Throwin' bread on my head
If get to him first like I bet he won't pay that
Bro put the dot on his—
Like, can't leave my G my waist wherе it stay at
I'm on the side of his—
I'm on the sidе of the place where he lay at (Word to bro)
B-Lovee keep dissin' my name (Come here)
Where was he at when I went to the Courts?
Brandon Hendricks got his own street
n*gga died on a drill for not stickin' the ball
Like, too hot, I don't get near the law
Soon as they see me, they get on my balls
Bro-brodie buggin' like he tryna catch one (Come here)
Like, tryna send him to the lord
Back out my gun like I don't got a sword
Get in my stance, my two feet on the floor
[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
Like, I'm tryna score
Free brodie 5ive, he took it on that call
I'm tryna get him, I think he lost
Threw up his hands, he thinkin' that I'm soft
I bet the .40 make a n*gga cough
Shot through his body, coughin' up his organs
Like, G2 too important
I know a blazer who 'ootin' like he Jordan
Bend through that block, was lurkin' in a foreign (Word to bro)
Found me a thot, started spinnin' wit' Jenna
Finger on trigger, they start kissin'
I was sixteen, sat on that block tryna make me a pack
It was just my ambition (Word to bro)
Only want problems, we start spinnin'
Five in the chop, and I call it my Smith
Extended the clip, don't do the beam
'Cause he ain't gettin' far, word to bro I get wit' him
Bro, I think they know who hit him
Why my gun started movin' like Hitler?
I-I got my G, I think it's racist
'Cause it's tryna let off at every n*gga

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
How you beefin', you don't got no money?
Like, b*tch, I really does this
No cap, I really run sh*t
I got the fetty, no 4100
Get to spinnin', bro told me I'm buggin'
PTSD, almost shot him for nothin'
[Outro: Sdot Go]
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Come here