"Run & Tell Em That" lyrics
Lil Yee & Peezy Lyrics
This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit get brutal 'bout that motherfuckin' money, nigga
On my soul, nigga
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
niggas can't fuck with me, I'm only tellin' facts
And you be lookin' for acceptance in some niggas, you a slatt
And I'm never pressed up, I'm no ho, nigga, I'm runnin' up them racks
It's an ARP on the shoestring, I feel like Lil' Bax
I feel like Haiti, nigga, I know niggas hate me, nigga
niggas like to gossip like bitches, man, who raised these niggas?
'Cause way before the rap, I was goin' money crazy
With the Baby-A inside the GoYeezy like I'm babysittin'
Chillin' with my daughters, blowin' money, I ain't chasin' bitches
I know that your ends tight, I'm tight end like Jason Witten
Chanel open-toes, French tip, I love the French kisses
I ain't wanna fall inside the pussy, so I slipped in it
Mr. Dunn did it all, nigga, Mr. Ben did it
Sixty-five hunnid for my jeans with a stick in it
Six hunnid Gs, a hunnid carats to that bitch
Listen, please don't compare me to them lames, it's a big difference
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
Yeah, ghetto pillow talkin' ass niggas, they ain't me and I ain't them
Glock in my Pair of Thieves, I feel like 22nd Jim
RIP Trig, first nigga with that Prezi on his wrist
RIP Flav, first youngins out of town takin' trips
I be with dealers and pimps, gotta get it how you live
Contracted hitmen, ran with them since I was kids
Remember walkin' in the crib, wasn't no food in the fridge
Nah, it's crazy where I live, I see gators, I see deers
I got six carats in my ear, still can't hear you clear
Platinum Rollie on my wrist, that's what I call power steerin'
Never go against this shit, ain't no way we could be friends
We can't make amends, bitch, we grown men, we ain't no kids
Hoppin' out that Benz, in my hood, I feel like Superman
Put on my cape and save the day, I'm too real, I can't fake it
Used to bag up in the basement, trappin' in my bloodline
Tracin', ain't no mistakin', like my daddy, I'm a gangsta, nigga
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit get brutal 'bout that motherfuckin' money, nigga
On my soul, nigga
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
niggas can't fuck with me, I'm only tellin' facts
And you be lookin' for acceptance in some niggas, you a slatt
And I'm never pressed up, I'm no ho, nigga, I'm runnin' up them racks
It's an ARP on the shoestring, I feel like Lil' Bax
I feel like Haiti, nigga, I know niggas hate me, nigga
niggas like to gossip like bitches, man, who raised these niggas?
'Cause way before the rap, I was goin' money crazy
With the Baby-A inside the GoYeezy like I'm babysittin'
Chillin' with my daughters, blowin' money, I ain't chasin' bitches
I know that your ends tight, I'm tight end like Jason Witten
Chanel open-toes, French tip, I love the French kisses
I ain't wanna fall inside the pussy, so I slipped in it
Mr. Dunn did it all, nigga, Mr. Ben did it
Sixty-five hunnid for my jeans with a stick in it
Six hunnid Gs, a hunnid carats to that bitch
Listen, please don't compare me to them lames, it's a big difference
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
Yeah, ghetto pillow talkin' ass niggas, they ain't me and I ain't them
Glock in my Pair of Thieves, I feel like 22nd Jim
RIP Trig, first nigga with that Prezi on his wrist
RIP Flav, first youngins out of town takin' trips
I be with dealers and pimps, gotta get it how you live
Contracted hitmen, ran with them since I was kids
Remember walkin' in the crib, wasn't no food in the fridge
Nah, it's crazy where I live, I see gators, I see deers
I got six carats in my ear, still can't hear you clear
Platinum Rollie on my wrist, that's what I call power steerin'
Never go against this shit, ain't no way we could be friends
We can't make amends, bitch, we grown men, we ain't no kids
Hoppin' out that Benz, in my hood, I feel like Superman
Put on my cape and save the day, I'm too real, I can't fake it
Used to bag up in the basement, trappin' in my bloodline
Tracin', ain't no mistakin', like my daddy, I'm a gangsta, nigga
Growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer like my dad
See my niggas dyin', there was no more lookin' back
Invested in my strap, and keep my section on the map
The fuck I look like trollin'? These ain't even like that
Ever since I was a kid, nigga, I need my lick back
We was runnin' off on Asians, actin' like we had racks
You be lyin' in your songs, actin' like you got hats
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, all they do is dirty Mac
Yeah, run and tell 'em that
