Drake2Tuff - Run The Fade (feat. Chris2Tuff & Qkgee) Lyrics

I'ma hop in the field and start bussing bitches backs
Lil bro said the opps slide so we keep strap
I got good aim, while speek drive I hit that bitch's hat
Tuckin' heat and clutchin' pistol Bitch call that get back

Get up then get out I just sold my fourth bag
I just upped this big bitch And took her shopping see the tags
If a bitch talkin' down I'ma get that last laugh
Got my AF1s off and skinny jeans and the cap I'ma pass this bitch to speek cause you know
We kick ass
I'm a white boy but when I'm with the gang I'm dressin' black
Started feelin' hella sketchy, bitch you know I'm clutchin' strap
Man his fingers started itching bitch I'm hoppin' out the scat

I'ma go and make some pape and I ain't talkin' bout a rack
I only got one bitch I ain't f*ckin' with these rats f*ck my ex bitch once and
I ain't never goin' back he was talkin' on my name and disappeared
Just like his dad, bitch yo ass thinking you special, I ain't take you to the trap
Lil bro say he sweet cause he always clutch mag
Hit a bitch with a laser and I make his top splat
I'm in a room full of killers, who ain't scared to get back

So we hop up in the Benz, go reverse and hit gas
Big bitch was talkin' shit, till he got checked and slapped
I'm in this bitch, really tweakin' off the pills, I'm finna get mad
Brodie tried to up it so I took his f*ckin' drac

You know we give no f*cks, we make the news, go say his name
Yo homie wasn't even famous till he got put in a grave
Speaking out my f*ckin' name will get you punched just like you Jake
I ain't on that type of time, I stay from deep just like I'm Dame

Shooting 30's like I'm Curry cause you know I got good aim
Rollin' in the Hellcat, bitch I'm switchin' lanes
Pop the nigga with a chop, you be runnin' fades
I'm the typa nigga wake up early just to get some pape

Slid down and f*cked yo baby mama, but her (uh yeah)
Had to cop a ball of the runtz, you be smokin' shake
Whippin' in the kitchen in the morning, that's a wakin' bake
Got a white bitch shakin' ass, that's a milkshake

Got a big chopper on my side to make the world quake
You ain't never seen a hundred thousand dollars, why your chain fake
You sayin' that you gettin' all the bitches, you gotta masturbate
Nigga f*ck a flight, hit the road but I'm still runnin' late

Pick my bitch up, now we rollin' in the matching rafe's
You a dirty ass nigga, take a shower, you gotta wash your face
Never ratted on my f*ckin' niggas, still beat the case
Fein want the drop so bad, but the brick is laced

Money makin' every f*ckin' day, that's the only way