AB BIZZLE - Runnin Shyt Lyrics

Ayy, it's Ab,
Jumped out the porch, went straight to the street
It ain't even cold outside, but I got the heat
Nine milli, four-five extended clips
These bullets hate motherf*ckers, put that on the switch
Hit your bitch up in the past, I kinda miss the bitch
But I'm on tip, f*ck around and get your melon hit
We runnin' shit, aint with the six-nine, or that gunna shit
Rattin' on another soul don't make you innocent
You pussy sent, did the crime, but you wanna dodge imprisonment
If it's up jar iqsam, get your ceiling hit
So what the f*ck is you motherf*ckers really on
I'm on my way to court, smell like weed cologne
Lawyer on the phone, said I missed my court date
F*ck this shit, I'm gone, now I'm on the run
Hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gun
F*ck your mama back then, I was havin' fun
Why the priest the only one allowed to get some
Cause she god sent, no the devil did
Lambo doors on the bitch, stick shift and dip
Quick hit and jit the stash spot it
So I took her to the trap, burglar bars and bricks
Stop cryin', bitch, I gotta dip
Cause I ain't with that funny shit
Now I feel relieved, feel the wood wit weed
If the shoe don't fit, you can't switch your feet
Only God knows, no we all do
You been a bitch and ain't nothin' you can change to
Bitch, I been winnin', pedal to the metal
Got the whip, fish tellin', police straight cuffin
Cause I ain't tell em nothin', pleadin' on the fifth
You a rat, but you wanna be on gangsta shit
Make it make sense, dawm where the time go
Can't stop the time, no
So I took the battery off and let the time go
Click, click, the clock, up and grab the Glock
Pull the whip over dawg, I'm bout to knock his top
Up, pop, he drop
Oh shit, the doggy dead, you seen em milli rock
Shut down the block, lil' piggy lot
Lookin' for the wolf, but he stuffin' Goldilocks
I mean, Snow White
I don't know what's goin' on, is that what wolves like
I mean, the bitch hype
Aa shit make me forget about this bitch spice
I mean, she can't rap for shit, but that bitch tight
I gotta melt ice, 15 on the dice
I just hit a heist, got my money right
Walked out the bank, bitch, countin' all blues
It's either win or lose, all about the floos
Quick question, what did big meech really do
Plugged in the plug, I swear to God
They givin' time to who really cut
Ain't no good luck, keep my gun tucked
Loyalty and love made me lose my dad's trust
I was born in this cloth that I had to cut
I never hang with no rats, never seen Chuck
But bitch, I got the cheese
Street sweeper get you off your feet
50 deep, you gettin' stomped on by a centipede
Wrong place and wrong time is where you gonna be
Shot, shot, shot, shot, get your body weak
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, f*ck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
Sit back, smoke a blunt and watch your body leak
Man, f*ck, I gotta go, let the chopper speak
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