"On The Run" lyrics
Oh, oh, oh (We done killed that boy beat, Vince, ain't gon' lie, it dead)
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (When shit get sticky)
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (It hold my glizzy)
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (When shit get sticky)
My PO violate me, I'm in the O, I'm on the run
My PO violate me, I'm in the O, I'm on the run (I'm on the run)
I grab that dirty chop' and spin a Benz, I step for fun (I step for fun)
I grab that dirty chop' and spin a Benz, I step for fun (Step on shit for fun)
He just be singin', he won't spin another one (Won't spin another one)
I suffer paranoia, I can't leave without my drum (Uh)
There go the pack, don't hit the trap if you ain't tryna purchase (Ain't tryna purchase)
Get on this beat, here with a purpose, even though I'm worthless
Man, fuck this rap shit, play with pigeons, chickens just like Church's (Oh yeah)
Spent eighty bands on Lexus lawyer, I can't buy you Birkins (Uh)
Sliding in that Maybach, broken soul behind them curtains
Eat me while I lay back, 'bout to OD off of Perkies (Huh)
That dirty drum on me, I squeeze this bitch, don't leave a crumb (Oh)
They spin a Benz, I'm hittin' back, bitch, I ain't never run (Oh)
That PH balance healthy, eat lil' mama 'til she cum
Me and Sosa posted, sellin' doggy 'til we see the sun (Oh)
What would do if you was me? Go stretch a brick of fetty, turn it into three (Turn to three)
He play, knock off his top and toss him in the sea (Bah, bah, bah)
Everything I'm sayin' off the head, I put that on my Z (Oh, uh)
No, I can't make this up
If you got time to do it, grab them shells and rake 'em up (On God)
Then put that glizzy in the dirt after you break it up (On God)
Ain't good at story tellin', not a word I'm makin' up (Not a word I'm makin' up)
So high I'm parasailin', pop one more, it take me up (Oh, oh)
Got my stick in my hand when I walk out that door, might be plottin' and waitin' on me (Oh)
I just live with my chopper and boot up some more every time that I'm feelin' lonely (Oh)
I post up on the stroll, I ain't worried 'bout a soul 'cause I know I'ma go like Tony (Oh)
Sellin' dope by the whole, gotta roll up some more, but I do this shit for the wrong me (Uh, uh)
Hit the road once they pack them in, clutchin' hard as a bitch while I'm backin' in (Oh, uh)
I'ma blitz on repeat but they all so weak, why you think we keep sackin' them? (Oh, uh)
Got this shit from the dirt, I blow racks when I'm hurt, why you think I keep stackin' up?
Oh, uh
Oh, uh
Oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Oh, uh
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (When shit get sticky)
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (It hold my glizzy)
That Louis V trench coat hold my stick, it hold my gun (When shit get sticky)
My PO violate me, I'm in the O, I'm on the run
My PO violate me, I'm in the O, I'm on the run (I'm on the run)
I grab that dirty chop' and spin a Benz, I step for fun (I step for fun)
I grab that dirty chop' and spin a Benz, I step for fun (Step on shit for fun)
He just be singin', he won't spin another one (Won't spin another one)
I suffer paranoia, I can't leave without my drum (Uh)
There go the pack, don't hit the trap if you ain't tryna purchase (Ain't tryna purchase)
Get on this beat, here with a purpose, even though I'm worthless
Man, fuck this rap shit, play with pigeons, chickens just like Church's (Oh yeah)
Spent eighty bands on Lexus lawyer, I can't buy you Birkins (Uh)
Sliding in that Maybach, broken soul behind them curtains
Eat me while I lay back, 'bout to OD off of Perkies (Huh)
That dirty drum on me, I squeeze this bitch, don't leave a crumb (Oh)
They spin a Benz, I'm hittin' back, bitch, I ain't never run (Oh)
That PH balance healthy, eat lil' mama 'til she cum
Me and Sosa posted, sellin' doggy 'til we see the sun (Oh)
What would do if you was me? Go stretch a brick of fetty, turn it into three (Turn to three)
He play, knock off his top and toss him in the sea (Bah, bah, bah)
Everything I'm sayin' off the head, I put that on my Z (Oh, uh)
No, I can't make this up
If you got time to do it, grab them shells and rake 'em up (On God)
Then put that glizzy in the dirt after you break it up (On God)
Ain't good at story tellin', not a word I'm makin' up (Not a word I'm makin' up)
So high I'm parasailin', pop one more, it take me up (Oh, oh)
Got my stick in my hand when I walk out that door, might be plottin' and waitin' on me (Oh)
I just live with my chopper and boot up some more every time that I'm feelin' lonely (Oh)
I post up on the stroll, I ain't worried 'bout a soul 'cause I know I'ma go like Tony (Oh)
Sellin' dope by the whole, gotta roll up some more, but I do this shit for the wrong me (Uh, uh)
Hit the road once they pack them in, clutchin' hard as a bitch while I'm backin' in (Oh, uh)
I'ma blitz on repeat but they all so weak, why you think we keep sackin' them? (Oh, uh)
Got this shit from the dirt, I blow racks when I'm hurt, why you think I keep stackin' up?
Oh, uh
Oh, uh
Oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Oh, uh
