Kidahominaj, babyfents - Runway Lyrics

My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 Glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The Glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant
Don't fuck with me, ah
We gonna see, ah
The bullets graze you, you seen them shits in 3D, ah
My Glock gone buss it got A dick, he talking tough think he the shit
The Glock got asthma make it spit, she give me brain on dummy shit
Had people leave me in the dark but that's okay
I'm going right up to the light finding my way
When I get there I see the look up on they face
I know A pussy when I see one he bitch made
You won't believe the things I saw
Seen bitches get possessed and niggas fucking up the law
But murder murder murder what she wrote it broke my heart
I don't regret A thing because I learned my worth in all
On my mama, we up and now we hot just like A motherfucking sauna
OTF, we pulling up with family like O hauna
Them niggas used to hate just like I'm muhfucking Madonna
I can't believe we did it now we stacking up them commas
My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The Glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant
Yeah he on the ground like A plant, my choppa go far got some range
I'm getting the money, fuck an exchange
Stay on my shit I'm doing my thing, one is the wrong and one is the way
Nigga call my phone talking 'bout "Hey", get the fuck on you up in my face (Yeah)
Do you even know the way, I talk to this nigga it start with A "K" (Yeah)
I don't know if I was wrong
My shooters are kings you fucking with one you fucking with all (Yeah)
Stack my money it's so tall, beating these bitches like it was A brawl
That nigga A pussy he wearing A bra, we got em on lock we knocking they jaws
Pause, scratch A bitch with my paws
Knocking them loose like it was A fitted
I be running them numbers, I be counting them digits
I'm announcing the news, this shit is intended
Our friendship was cool but just had ended
My gun so short, that shit getting extended
Extend that bitch like it's some extensions, my nigga I'm great my nigga I'm splendid
My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant

My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 Glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The Glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant
Don't fuck with me, ah
We gonna see, ah
The bullets graze you, you seen them shits in 3D, ah
My Glock gone buss it got A dick, he talking tough think he the shit
The Glock got asthma make it spit, she give me brain on dummy shit
Had people leave me in the dark but that's okay
I'm going right up to the light finding my way
When I get there I see the look up on they face
I know A pussy when I see one he bitch made
You won't believe the things I saw
Seen bitches get possessed and niggas fucking up the law
But murder murder murder what she wrote it broke my heart
I don't regret A thing because I learned my worth in all
On my mama, we up and now we hot just like A motherfucking sauna
OTF, we pulling up with family like O hauna
Them niggas used to hate just like I'm muhfucking Madonna
I can't believe we did it now we stacking up them commas
My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The Glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant
Yeah he on the ground like A plant, my choppa go far got some range
I'm getting the money, fuck an exchange
Stay on my shit I'm doing my thing, one is the wrong and one is the way
Nigga call my phone talking 'bout "Hey", get the fuck on you up in my face (Yeah)
Do you even know the way, I talk to this nigga it start with A "K" (Yeah)
I don't know if I was wrong
My shooters are kings you fucking with one you fucking with all (Yeah)
Stack my money it's so tall, beating these bitches like it was A brawl
That nigga A pussy he wearing A bra, we got em on lock we knocking they jaws
Pause, scratch A bitch with my paws
Knocking them loose like it was A fitted
I be running them numbers, I be counting them digits
I'm announcing the news, this shit is intended
Our friendship was cool but just had ended
My gun so short, that shit getting extended
Extend that bitch like it's some extensions, my nigga I'm great my nigga I'm splendid
My guys on go, he not my brother nigga is A bitch he went and told
Got 30 glocks and got 'bout 40 blicks
Sold 40 bricks, keep up the talk the choppa close ya lips
Give me some space, I pull up on you and spray up ya place
Like god damn, he showing off for bitches and he show off for his mans
The glock gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in the ground just like A plant