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On the run, more out (Ayo, E go crazy) Ooh I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it We come through on that dumb shit He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin' He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it For my rich niggas (Let's go), all them young niggas (Them youngins) Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas What you on, nigga? Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin' Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah) Talkin' like he want it, and wasn't on it, it ain't my fault (Uh-uh) He should've had his .30 in his hand soon as they popped out (Ha) Soon as he lift his hand, they zipped his ass, left like a jack off This for my niggas dyin’ behind my name, bitch, take yo' hat off This for them bitches with me, I say "Clear," they get to poppin' Ho, you could feel yourself and get your ass whooped out yo' body Been rollin' by myself since Dump had left Bitch, who ain't 'bout it? Them niggas almost got me, I was slippin', they ain't fire it SongtexteBut I do it For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Goddamn) Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas What you on, nigga? Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin' Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah) I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it We come through on that dumb shit He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin' He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it Can't run, bust him And this cutter come from Russia (Let's go) You gon' make me flash, blatt yo' ass like, "Get the fuck up" (Get up) And that bitch could be bad with a big ol' ass, still feel like, "Fuck her" And we thuggin', built to last This for that Nawf, bitch, I'm gon' stand up Bitch, make me put your mans up Bitch, you bet' not put yo' hand up Lil Ben gon' knock yo' face off Off the flat, but ain't no playin' us Ain't no words, you could've can us For all that, it wouldn't of been none Totin' on a big somethin' That gonna make a nigga stamp somethin' But I do it For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Let's go) Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas What you on, nigga? (What you on?) Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin' Plenty money, get you gone, nigga I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it We come through on that dumb shit He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin' He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it Yeah, for my rich niggas and my young niggas (Northside, 38, ain't nobody safe) Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas What you on, nigga? Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin' Plenty money, get you gone, nigga I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it We come through on that dumb shit That line, them bullets flyin' Bang, bang, bitch on four, pussy Money cut that bitch, don't throw it to me Don't rip, I'm weak Aus Songtexte Mania