King
It's that boy Don Gunna and all that
Got the King with me
GPK
Cokeboys
Glock City Family
Made Men Mafia
Spazz Out E-N-T
N***a
Run it gang
Run it gang
Run it run it run it run it
Me and my brother we a f*cking beast
2 young n****s running all the streets
Had my dawg in that f*cking pound
Worst mistake to let em off the leash
You ain't gotta make but another sound
You ain't gotta make but another move
In the workshop about to grab a tool,
Have ya t-shirt wet I'm a watch you drown
Me and my n****s ain't trine box
We them niggas calling all the shots
Out of y'all that be on my top
When it's time to roll, who's there to rock
Timing is money and money is time
You don't got money, you don't get my time
I am convinced that these rappers be lying
Fading whoever you out of ya mind
Come after Gunna I'm giving you nine
I was just pressed and that bitch wasn't mine
Pain in my backwood and n***a I'm fine
Bitch you might get a bag, talk to me nice
I don't dig n****s energies so we packing clips size of damn Monster
Jay Marie that's the baddest bitch, and I swear to god that girl need a sponsor
My flows gone leave you sick and when Gunna done you gone need a doctor
99 things running on my mind, not a thing I would call a problem
N****s in my town want start beef, beef with me and I'm eating patties
Polo matching my FSG but I got green on me like St. Patty's
Pump faking don't make me jump, and if you feeling froggy come get at me
I'm a just keep it trill with you, couldn't match my fly if you trained with NASA
No Trey songs, I'll T-Pain it, all y'all know I'm a f*cking rapper
Might sing one for ya bitch but all y'all know I'm damn rapper
King
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Gunna
GPK
Cokeboys
N****s know it's GPK Cokeboys
You been rapping for some years making no noise
Yeah I'm double R n***a like a Rolls Royce
Shoutout Droop pop n***a all the Cokeboys
And I'm still repping Glock Gang
It's triple M, yeah them n****s know my block bang
Big homie, n****s know I got stains
I forever be the same I will not change
I was locked in the cell start switching that flow
Me and the King spazzing yeah we be getting that dough
Triple M the mob we step in the club and these jewels on glow
Every track I'm on I'm spazzing yeah them n****s they know like woah
Like hold up n***a
Yeah I'm going ham no cold cut n***a
Flash up the lights when you show up n***a
When I step in the room bitches go nuts n***a like woah
Triple M the mob and yes we the team
Gone off the lot, and I'm gone off the lean
That purple that yellow that promethazine like
Bitches be all on my dick cause they know that I'm hot
People be asking me Gunna like when is the album gone drop
I told em to chill I'm not gone drop it till I'm at the top
Tryna do a milli a day right as soon as it drop like woah
FSG Rell - Run It (feat. Don Gunna) Lyrics
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King
It's that boy Don Gunna and all that
Got the King with me
GPK
Cokeboys
Glock City Family
Made Men Mafia
Spazz Out E-N-T
N***a
Run it gang
Run it gang
Run it run it run it run it
Me and my brother we a f*cking beast
2 young n****s running all the streets
Had my dawg in that f*cking pound
Worst mistake to let em off the leash
You ain't gotta make but another sound
You ain't gotta make but another move
In the workshop about to grab a tool,
Have ya t-shirt wet I'm a watch you drown
Me and my n****s ain't trine box
We them niggas calling all the shots
Out of y'all that be on my top
When it's time to roll, who's there to rock
Timing is money and money is time
You don't got money, you don't get my time
I am convinced that these rappers be lying
Fading whoever you out of ya mind
Come after Gunna I'm giving you nine
I was just pressed and that bitch wasn't mine
Pain in my backwood and n***a I'm fine
Bitch you might get a bag, talk to me nice
I don't dig n****s energies so we packing clips size of damn Monster
Jay Marie that's the baddest bitch, and I swear to god that girl need a sponsor
My flows gone leave you sick and when Gunna done you gone need a doctor
99 things running on my mind, not a thing I would call a problem
N****s in my town want start beef, beef with me and I'm eating patties
Polo matching my FSG but I got green on me like St. Patty's
Pump faking don't make me jump, and if you feeling froggy come get at me
I'm a just keep it trill with you, couldn't match my fly if you trained with NASA
No Trey songs, I'll T-Pain it, all y'all know I'm a f*cking rapper
Might sing one for ya bitch but all y'all know I'm damn rapper
King
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Gunna
GPK
Cokeboys
N****s know it's GPK Cokeboys
You been rapping for some years making no noise
Yeah I'm double R n***a like a Rolls Royce
Shoutout Droop pop n***a all the Cokeboys
And I'm still repping Glock Gang
It's triple M, yeah them n****s know my block bang
Big homie, n****s know I got stains
I forever be the same I will not change
I was locked in the cell start switching that flow
Me and the King spazzing yeah we be getting that dough
Triple M the mob we step in the club and these jewels on glow
Every track I'm on I'm spazzing yeah them n****s they know like woah
Like hold up n***a
Yeah I'm going ham no cold cut n***a
Flash up the lights when you show up n***a
When I step in the room bitches go nuts n***a like woah
Triple M the mob and yes we the team
Gone off the lot, and I'm gone off the lean
That purple that yellow that promethazine like
Bitches be all on my dick cause they know that I'm hot
People be asking me Gunna like when is the album gone drop
I told em to chill I'm not gone drop it till I'm at the top
Tryna do a milli a day right as soon as it drop like woah
It's that boy Don Gunna and all that
Got the King with me
GPK
Cokeboys
Glock City Family
Made Men Mafia
Spazz Out E-N-T
N***a
Run it gang
Run it gang
Run it run it run it run it
Me and my brother we a f*cking beast
2 young n****s running all the streets
Had my dawg in that f*cking pound
Worst mistake to let em off the leash
You ain't gotta make but another sound
You ain't gotta make but another move
In the workshop about to grab a tool,
Have ya t-shirt wet I'm a watch you drown
Me and my n****s ain't trine box
We them niggas calling all the shots
Out of y'all that be on my top
When it's time to roll, who's there to rock
Timing is money and money is time
You don't got money, you don't get my time
I am convinced that these rappers be lying
Fading whoever you out of ya mind
Come after Gunna I'm giving you nine
I was just pressed and that bitch wasn't mine
Pain in my backwood and n***a I'm fine
Bitch you might get a bag, talk to me nice
I don't dig n****s energies so we packing clips size of damn Monster
Jay Marie that's the baddest bitch, and I swear to god that girl need a sponsor
My flows gone leave you sick and when Gunna done you gone need a doctor
99 things running on my mind, not a thing I would call a problem
N****s in my town want start beef, beef with me and I'm eating patties
Polo matching my FSG but I got green on me like St. Patty's
Pump faking don't make me jump, and if you feeling froggy come get at me
I'm a just keep it trill with you, couldn't match my fly if you trained with NASA
No Trey songs, I'll T-Pain it, all y'all know I'm a f*cking rapper
Might sing one for ya bitch but all y'all know I'm damn rapper
King
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Gunna
GPK
Cokeboys
N****s know it's GPK Cokeboys
You been rapping for some years making no noise
Yeah I'm double R n***a like a Rolls Royce
Shoutout Droop pop n***a all the Cokeboys
And I'm still repping Glock Gang
It's triple M, yeah them n****s know my block bang
Big homie, n****s know I got stains
I forever be the same I will not change
I was locked in the cell start switching that flow
Me and the King spazzing yeah we be getting that dough
Triple M the mob we step in the club and these jewels on glow
Every track I'm on I'm spazzing yeah them n****s they know like woah
Like hold up n***a
Yeah I'm going ham no cold cut n***a
Flash up the lights when you show up n***a
When I step in the room bitches go nuts n***a like woah
Triple M the mob and yes we the team
Gone off the lot, and I'm gone off the lean
That purple that yellow that promethazine like
Bitches be all on my dick cause they know that I'm hot
People be asking me Gunna like when is the album gone drop
I told em to chill I'm not gone drop it till I'm at the top
Tryna do a milli a day right as soon as it drop like woah
Writer: Timothy Barr II, Tyrell Barr
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