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Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
[Shawty Fatt]
Stark, in the bottom of the bottom nigga
You don't want no problems cause I'm gonna get 'em
Got 'em, beamed down, red dot 'em
I'm serving Red Robins, it's as soon as I spot 'em
Adios, he called it, you know fact he bought it
Matter fact, reroute him, 'fore I send him but it's fine
Crashing like I killed the pilot, they gon' have to X-File it
Another nigga missing where he is, shit I don't know
I run things see, things don't run me
[Shawty Fatt]
Stark, in the bottom of the bottom nigga
You don't want no problems cause I'm gonna get 'em
Got 'em, beamed down, red dot 'em
I'm serving Red Robins, it's as soon as I spot 'em
Adios, he called it, you know fact he bought it
Matter fact, reroute him, 'fore I send him but it's fine
Crashing like I killed the pilot, they gon' have to X-File it
Another nigga missing where he is, shit I don't know
To the low Mississsipi, hey somebody better help him
Or they gon' have to ship him to the ER to see at the baby girl
Gon' snitch him, throwing 100s like I'm pitchin'
I got it on my rich'n, bet whatever I'm leaving this motherfucker with a thick one
I don't know you bitch you trippin', bust this nut then I'm dippin'
Out of sight, out of mind, another fucking dimension
I'm a nut with this pimpin', hit it up Hoover Crippin'
Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mac back
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
Or they gon' have to ship him to the ER to see at the baby girl
Gon' snitch him, throwing 100s like I'm pitchin'
I got it on my rich'n, bet whatever I'm leaving this motherfucker with a thick one
I don't know you bitch you trippin', bust this nut then I'm dippin'
Out of sight, out of mind, another fucking dimension
I'm a nut with this pimpin', hit it up Hoover Crippin'
Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mac back
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
[Big Henri]
Bald head, big dog, ay fistfuls 67 street, Slum
Please don't make me take off that safety
Killers on front street, 'Bama goin' crazy
This the shit they did to me, that's the shit that made me
Weezy threw a pack out, I ran it up through 8th street
Bought it out by carvin', dodging black chargers
Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
[Big Henri]
Bald head, big dog, ay fistfuls 67 street, Slum
Please don't make me take off that safety
Killers on front street, 'Bama goin' crazy
This the shit they did to me, that's the shit that made me
Weezy threw a pack out, I ran it up through 8th street
Bought it out by carvin', dodging black chargers
Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter
Ran up with them sticks out, boy you know what this 'bout (what?)
New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock, straight drop
I'm hungry leather, I ate a knot
It's fuck cops, a hundred order on my block
It's no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat
Big TEC, push a button, shoot at your neck
No flex, I really brought it up out the jets
No, test me, really it is so cut to check
What's next? a hundred shooters with no vest
No warning, a few killas with no regrets
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock, straight drop
I'm hungry leather, I ate a knot
It's fuck cops, a hundred order on my block
It's no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat
Big TEC, push a button, shoot at your neck
No flex, I really brought it up out the jets
No, test me, really it is so cut to check
What's next? a hundred shooters with no vest
No warning, a few killas with no regrets
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
[Yelawolf]
Yelawolf, Catfish Billy, reppin' that G.A. bitch
Ala goddamn 'Bama, yeah
I'm been in the back, back of that Pontiac flooring all black
Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of dope
And if you go back to funk, two gats and a dime bag of crack
Shawty Fatt, nothing but trouble, Big Henri
Yeah motherfucker these pockets gotta get filled up
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
[Yelawolf]
Yelawolf, Catfish Billy, reppin' that G.A. bitch
Ala goddamn 'Bama, yeah
I'm been in the back, back of that Pontiac flooring all black
Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of dope
And if you go back to funk, two gats and a dime bag of crack
Shawty Fatt, nothing but trouble, Big Henri
Yeah motherfucker these pockets gotta get filled up
So I got the box if you got the bubble
Chevrolet, several day, every day, up them streets them boys they peddlin'
Turn that stomach upside down with violence, that's unsettling
Ten toes down since they found prince at the brown timbs in the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin'
Creek Water bitch, made them shot the eleventh
Oakley or states bitch, 231 shit
Trunk Muzik goddamnit, pop a trunk and didn't panic
Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet
So fuck it from hating homie, I got all this credit on me
The streets are like vipers zonin', twists and bursts is Rigatoni
Sick of phonies but I never get lonely
Chevrolet, several day, every day, up them streets them boys they peddlin'
Turn that stomach upside down with violence, that's unsettling
Ten toes down since they found prince at the brown timbs in the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin'
Creek Water bitch, made them shot the eleventh
Oakley or states bitch, 231 shit
Trunk Muzik goddamnit, pop a trunk and didn't panic
Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet
So fuck it from hating homie, I got all this credit on me
The streets are like vipers zonin', twists and bursts is Rigatoni
Sick of phonies but I never get lonely
They keepin' my violet and ever since that closed his eyelids
He became my pilot yeah
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
He became my pilot yeah
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
We slum
Please don't make me take off the safety
Please don't make me take off the safety
I run things see, things don't run me
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