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Run N 2 Me - EST Gee/Yo Gotti
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mario Mims
Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mario Mims
Helluva made this beat
Baby
Take a n***a dream
Chase him down
Ayy
Saying you gon' take this
Nah
Take which
Take switch
Anyone you touch gon' come with eight blicks
Eight ripped shirts for the same cliques
N***as can't get up with me
They don't take the same risks
My lil' n***a rap
Trap
Love me
And he take hits
My jewelry ain't racist
N***a
I rock white and rose
You wasn't active with them poles with us
N***a
You might have froze
And it's red zone still
Get caught
I'm poppin'
Be a free kill
We takin' n***as' dreams
You chase him down
I feel like Meek Mill
They can tell you how that R I P feel
High bid for a body
He died
You ain't slide
You cried and hung his shirt up in the closet
It's 55 don dada
Chopper on me
Talkin' to Boppa
It's loyalty and honor through whatever
Know I got 'em
Avoidin' beef with shiners like they do not know who shot 'em
Won't be a problem
I drop this d**e
It don't sink to the bottom
Can't teach you how to beat the street
The stress might kill your mama
He rep like he did something to me
Where's Neek
We stretch his partner
He rep like he did something to me
That's weak
We stretch his partner
And I'm still on the phone with Kayda and he prayin' I don't take long
Ride 'round with this K
It get to hummin' like it's Trey Songz
Opps be on my d**k as long as I give 'em somethin' to hate on
Slidin' all night long
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
Make no exceptions
I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory
I bet they gon' remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
N***a
Yeah
You should've bulletproofed that Trackhawk
Whole family cryin'
They think it's my fault
For real
Partner caught a body
Hit the bunk and went and jacked off
Solid
He don't want a bond
Pay the lawyer
He gon' beat it
We gon' beat it
Smoke in the city
N***as know that I ain't sleepin'
Shh
I'm like sixty-five mil' up and still ain't put the steel up
Know this n***a b***h
He know it too
But he still actin' tough
Yeah
Take his a*s to surgery
Surgery
Give that boy a tummy tuck
Better have your pipe when you see me
N***a
You know what's up
For real
I got a different mindset
I do
See my enemy keep posting
I'm like
Why he ain't die yet
Why he still here
I'm a different type of n***a
I am
You know you can't find that
For real
Gee my partner
He a boss
And you know you can't sign that
For real
And I'm still on the phone with Kayda and he prayin' I don't take long
Ride 'round with this K
It get to hummin' like it's Trey Songz
Opps be on my d**k as long as I give 'em somethin' to hate on
Slidin' all night long
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
Make no exceptions
I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory
I bet they gon' remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
N***a
Yeah
