Onnagondola - Run It Down Lyrics

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Yeah I got green crack on me, not your OG homie
I'm not your OG homie
Do not hit, don't call me
Do not hit my line, do not hit my line
Uh yeah, I be posted up smoking gas all night
Smoking gas all night, I'm a nightrider
I be sleeping thru the day you be nine to fivin'
Motherfuckers weird on camera they be 905'ing
OG hit the motherfuckin' road with some psilocybin
Run up hit your dome with a reticle, we getting violent
I got purple all up on my feet and I'm getting violet
Pull up, post up, I might mix it up like Wake Up Violet
I can't fuck with that bitch no more yeah okay she wild'n
I lean, pivot, sway, but they don't want you to know about it
People think they knowing shit but do not know about it
My mind be crowded with these demons, I feel so surrounded
Why you looking for a handout? You ain't hold it down
I be spitting all this shit off dome, I ain't wrote it down
Wait, whatchu got right now? Whatchu holding now?
Pressure on my motherfuckin' shoulder like a boulder now
Everybody bothering me now they love to copy style
I be rocking out when I walk out, I got exotic out
I want boats like Nautica all on my house

Hollow rounds inside the fucking tool we blast another round
Shouldn't come around here, should've took another route
Pull up with a chopper on the road and we dumping now
Pull up with choppers on the road and then we dump em' down

I sleep all day and all night I run to the money now
You don't got no loud, I swear your pack be making funny sounds
All these bitches tweaking on my line they wanna touch me now
Get the work and then I chop it down, I call my runners out
Ain't no fucking games in this bitch we really run the town
You ain't with no gang we spun your block and then you run around it

Hold up, run it down, I might run it down
Run around, he ain't with the run around
Pull up run it down, I just run it down
Yeah
Run it now, still jumping out the house yeah hold up wait
Still jumping out the house huh, jumping out the
Jumping out the house, you jumping?

Huh, still jumping out the house, you jumping out of bounds
Feel like Jimmy, gotta go, I gotta bounce
You don't wanna catch it over here
The hollow rounds
I keep designer all on my body when I walk around
They tried talking down but these bitches out here stalking now
I be off the za, I'm off the loud, OG pull up on the stage and he rock the crowd

I sleep all day and all night I run to the money now
You don't got no loud, I swear your pack be making funny sounds
All these bitches tweaking on my line they wanna touch me now
Get the work and then I chop it down, I call my runners out
Ain't no fucking games in this bitch we really run the town
You ain't with no gang we spun your block and then you run around it

Hold up, run it down, I might run it down
Run around, he ain't with the run around