Run Me Down (feat. Getts)

Giggs

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    Yeah, turn it up in the headphones
    Who's messing with my mic?
    Has someone binit?
    Course no one’s binit

    Yeah, the bricks on the ship goes up and down
    That bitch on my dick goes up and down
    Better stick to the script 'til we comin' ’round
    Gonna rain on your bricks and it's comin' down
    It's a hit, it's a hit, got the summer sound
    Got the game in a grip, got 'em runnin' 'round
    Got my name on your lips and me comin’ ’round
    Never came with no tricks, had to dumb it down
    But I came with a bitch and a bummy pound
    And the mandem were bitch and they bogged me down
    But my chick's lookin’ sick in a yummy gown
    Put her hands in my jeans and she shove it down
    Little shoobs, little shoobs, little club in town
    Got the goons in the place with the chubby rounds
    Best stand over there, yeah them muggy bounds
    Niggas jump out the pram, make the buggy bounce
    Got a dozen down
    Big Bad doesn't doubt
    Doesn't shout
    That doesn't count
    Got your hands in the air, put ’em fuckin' down
    Gonna end up in lost and the fuckin' found
    Got her hands in my face, yeah, she's lovin' brown
    I'm the man in the place that they're runnin' down

    Run me down
    Run me down (yeah, yeah)
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down (yeah, yeah)
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down
    Got the big CEO's and the taggies down
    Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down
    Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
    Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down

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    Buff (buff), that's gettin' bust (gettin' bust)
    That's gettin' beat up (beat up)
    That's gettin' rushed (yeah, yeah)
    Game in my hand (in my hand)
    That's gettin' crushed
    Clean up the mess
    Dust pan and brush

    Creep from the riddim like I'm venomous
    Backyard full of skeletons
    Nickname Sheldon
    I already told you on Shellington
    Dem man are soft, you know handle with care, delicate
    Us man are armed, I swing off the chandelier and drop everything
    Let's play a game called who da fucks madder
    Knife work doin' up bladders
    Right turn, too many cameras
    Turn back, hidin' my face, like I'm movin' embarrassed
    That's how I maneuver with daggers
    Takin' stripes and numerous badges
    My niggas so mental
    I don't know if they're stupid or savage
    Bikes, I got a few in the garage
    We'll ride on whoever's bangin'
    Night king, I take the juice out the dragon
    Might swing, and make a human a cabbage
    Night wing, I'm like who wid' is active
    It's G-H, I'm coming from the East Side
    Old school Green gate, runnin' in my Levis
    'Round here brethren nothin' at the seaside
    Man gets stuck up and deep fried
    With both gloves off, I punch up a beeline
    Fuck it up and then rewind
    Double clutch and look behind
    Summer's up but I keep fires
    Somethin' tucked like I'm Eli

    Run me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down
    Got the big CEO's and the taggies down
    Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down
    Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
    Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Run me down
    Okay, rub me down

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