eddystcloud - Run Amuck Lyrics

I'm give 'em the drip and they run off
Why you focused on me nigga, go get your bands up
These bitches thinking I'm handsome
But I'm f*ck 'em like sluts, I don't got no manners
Hoe asking if I could cuff, no answer
Number one prospect out Nawf Atlanta
I do not talk, man f*ck the banter
Just left the club and I f*cked the dancer
Ou, ou, I just left the club, I f*cked the dancer
Ou, black and white toes, I just might f*ck me a panda
Aye, bands, bands, bands
I give her gifts, I ain't Santa though
Ou
I'm doing these drugs, I think I need a new antidote
And shawty gon' eat on this cantaloupe
Ou. we do not do good with cameras
We was just serving them dubs, up in the club with Nawfside Bama
I told you that boy was a scrub, you f*ck with a scrub, girl that is a scandal
Ain't worried about opps, we good
I'm up in your hood and I'm holding the mantle
I hit from the back and she clutching her heel
I feel like a king, cause she brought a buddy
Purple rain, purple rain, all in my drink
Yeah, I'm sipping that muddy
Pop several percs, now I'm feeling lucky
And my band's different colors like Teletubbies
Got the drop on the opp, need to tell it to me
Please don't hit up my thots cause they killin' with me
That boy here a pack, we smoke him like doobie
Feeling lucky, Dube
Extended the clip like we making a movie
Dance on this grave, now we getting groovy
Bitch, I ain't dumb, but I'm going retarded
And I get the money regardless
These little niggas don't know where they started
And no, we ain't stepping, we marching
Left, left, left
Shawty gon' march to the crib
Ou, she going crazy, calling me baby
But, bitch, I don't need a bib
That was your baby
That shit is crazy
She had my kids in her lip
The number one nigga like Brady, huh
Tossing these hoes, and I'm pleading the fifth
Ou,
I'm with the demons and shit
Pour up a four in the lean, and I sip
F*ck with the gang, you get rolled like a spliff
F*ck with the gang, and he taking the trip
Niggas don't know how many hoes that we get
I'm with my cousin, we making 'em dip
We all about blues, but we not no crip
Bitch, do not give me no lip
Don't give me no lip
I just want the box
I'm grabbing that bitch by the horns like an ox
If she give me lip, then that shit is top
We don't care about thots, cops, or opps
No mas, them bitches gon' talk a lot
The opps, we pull up, we popping shots
She thought I was finna go, I'm not
I'm running through hoes like a Juggernaut
OK, we busting his bubble
We rollin' that loud, can never be subtle
KO you know that's the bros
We keepin' the dough and we makin' it crumble
Crumble up, just finesse me and Pac, then I double up
Cook it up, break it down, watch me cut it up
Shut it up, lil nigga, just run it up
You don't talk how you walk, you just run a muck
I'm give 'em the drip and they run off
Why you focused on me nigga, go get your bands up
These bitches thinking I'm handsome
But I'm f*ck 'em like sluts, I don't got no manners
Hoe asking if I could cuff, no answer
Number one prospect out Nawf Atlanta
I do not talk, man f*ck the banter
Just left the club and I f*cked the dancer