Run up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Don't hang your head, so the wise man said, or boy you'll soon be dead You better run, run Manuela-uela run (Gonna shoot you in the back with your own gun) You better run, run Manuela run Don't look now, you better watch that sword that's hanging over

I live a dark life, I don't let people in They say I smoke too much, but this my medicine Don't get the wrong impression, I'm 'bout my presidents Rock star my life, look at the evidence And would you shoot for me? 'Cause I would kill for you I like the

General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to

(Don't shoot shotgun) You got me bitin' my lip You're shootin' straight from the hip Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless Run, run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous (shotgun, gun) Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

Flashing lights, lights What do I know? Flashing lights, lights As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far What do you know? Flashing lights, lights She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money All I need is you All I need is you, you We

It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away Take me to that other place I know I'm not a hopeless case What you don't have you don't need it now The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong