Run Off - Lil Flash

I’m sayin that you don’t even fuck with me though

Gotta chase the dough

Got a case full of dough

Feel like I’m stuck in the mix, maze

I don’t know where to go (I don’t know where to go)

I was just thinkin bout the gwala

Fuck nigga you can do what you wanna

I ain’t from out-west but I’ma cut up

Dumb thot on my line say I’m stuck up

Fuck boy ain’t never shot a gun off

If I fronted you some work you would run off

Your bitch tryna suck me I’m like come on

Hundred yard dash to the cash yeah I run off

You tryna fuck with me I’m like fuck off

Your bitch hit my line I’m tryna fuck on her

And I’m stay down till I come up

I’ma stay down till I’m up

I’m the shit I ain’t never had to flush

I’m a dog I ain’t talkin bout a mut

Fuckin hoes like I’m magic in the clutch

See twelve then I gotta skrt-t-skrt

Run bales yeah they see me through the town

Lowkey like I live underground

Leonardo roll another pound

Silencer on the blick no sound

Tryna ball get ripped out of bounds

Get caught up I can’t make a sound

Blue bumma gang we’ll hunt you down

I’m stuck I wanted to travel

Me and bro in the i8 and it got handles

Glock in the foreign

Rambo in a lambo

Fucked this bitch in some Gucci flip-flops

You wearin sandals

Tryna glow on the g-l-o you damn wrong

Bandana boys

Cap or die

Blood gang, cap gang