We Run The Town Lyrics

(Verse)
Do you have any idea what you stumbled on
Put your a town on the zone
I'm heating up and I'm up the pile
My style came from the sons of corn
Shine so great get the crowd shades
Might get burn when the sun gon' fall
On point 'cause you don't get two mistakes
These walls are made I'm jungle born
Off the seat to myself
4 G's on these belts
I'm cold freezing and I'm soaking you
See me know I tease and he stealth
Things got the game in the headlock
This ain't gon' feel like a legshot
More like I'm ramming yo with a cannonball
A out 'til you're hip hop
Now er'body poppin' shit 'cause I'm appulo
People just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I stand out
Keep a sixteen at the opera
Figure I'd bring out the thugs back
When the bitch look mean yeah they jocking her
But I'm getting tight and you know that
And I'm yelling now, where the hoes at
So I'm out in the cold at
Tell 'em that I'll never go back
Kill 'em now at the dough stack
Still be a legend with note black
Million dollar on my dough net
I'm get 'em and put on my own racks
I'm chillin' to something exclusive
On a salsa, nigga whole left
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(Hook)
Shout to my bitches I've got it made
Fuck all my haters fuck all they feelin'
My money is up,up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down, back to the killing,shit
We run the town G'd up put it down
We run the town G'd up put it down

(Verse)
Hey yo my mask on like gimme that
Max more we empty that
At home,we clap storm and max on my vintage strap
Four doors that bentley blast
Blight cars drop plenty racks
Forth walls we swamp fools
You talk more than these snitching cats
I ,fuck, I'm hungry who
Nigga know what they put be through
Say I came from the block with a glock on the stoop
When you turn a flush, shit I ride to the school
Never throw a squad at the cops in the move
Well you know when it's harsh you can watch when it cool
Yes sir, yeah you rabble,learn to have fun
I could get a creek with a mob and a two
Four sling,yes, they call me Rastine
The safe deposit, the Rolls Royce ,star scream
Walking closet so every brand of cloth seen
Know that my block takes 50 grand to toss steam

(Hook)
Shout to my bitches I've got it made
Fuck all my haters fuck all they feelin'
My money is up,up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down, back to the killing,shit
We run the town G'd up put it down
We run the town G'd up put it down