Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (yah) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's Lil'

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves And I, run the game even when they bend the

Big money on me, nigga, I'ma run it up 'Cause I remember I was broke and I ain't have enough Now I'm fly, she like to back it up No surprise, now she fuck with us No surprise, now she fuck with us (ay, ay, ay) I walk in the bank, look like a walking lick

(I won't fall) You can two face me, backstabb me A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying You can try to set me up and all that A nigga too much on point for all that Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

Run nigga run nigga Duck nigga duck nigga Run motherfucker run Come again now, Run motherfucker I was chilling, Right around my way, 21st Eastside of the Beach, This mother fucker ran up on me,

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)

Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair