Run N 2 Me - Est Gee, Yo Gotti

Saying you gon' take this, nah, take which?

Take switch, anyone you touch gon' come with eight blicks

Eight ripped shirts for the same cliques

Niggas can’t get up with me, they don’t take the same risks

My lil' nigga rap, trap, love me, and he take hits

My jewelry ain’t racist, nigga, I rock white and rose

You wasn’t active with them poles with us, nigga, you might have froze

And it’s red zone still, get caught, I’m poppin', be a free kill

We takin' niggas' dreams, you chase him down, I feel like Meek Mill

They can tell you how that R.I.P.

feel

High bid for a body

He died, you ain’t slide, you cried and hung his shirt up in the closet

It’s 55 don dada, chopper on me, talkin' to Boppa

It’s loyalty and honor through whatever, know I got 'em

Avoidin' beef with shiners like they do not know who shot 'em

Won’t be a problem, I drop this dope, it don’t sink to the bottom

Can’t teach you how to beat the street, the stress might kill your mama

He rep like he did something to me, where’s Neek?

We stretch his partner

He rep like he did something to me, that’s weak, we stretch his partner

And I’m still on the phone with Kayda and he prayin' I don’t take long

Ride 'round with this K, it get to hummin' like it’s Trey Songz

Opps be on my dick as long as I give 'em somethin' to hate on

Slidin' all night long

You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me

Make no exceptions, I wish death on all my enemies

In loving memory, I bet they gon' remember me

You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me, nigga, yeah

You should’ve bulletproofed that Trackhawk

Whole family cryin', they think it’s my fault (For real)

Partner caught a body, hit the bunk and went and jacked off (Solid)

He don’t want a bond, pay the lawyer, he gon' beat it (We gon' beat it)

Smoke in the city, niggas know that I ain’t sleepin' (Shh)

I’m like sixty-five mil' up and still ain’t put the steel up

Know this nigga bitch, he know it too, but he still actin' tough (Yeah)

Take his ass to surgery (Surgery), give that boy a tummy tuck

Better have your pipe when you see me, nigga, you know what’s up (For real)

I got a different mindset (I do)

See my enemy keep posting, I’m like, «Why he ain’t die yet?»

(Why he still here?

I’m a different type of nigga (I am), you know you can’t find that (For real)

Gee my partner, he a boss, and you know you can’t sign that, for real

And I’m still on the phone with Kayda and he prayin' I don’t take long

Ride 'round with this K, it get to hummin' like it’s Trey Songz

Opps be on my dick as long as I give 'em somethin' to hate on

Slidin' all night long

You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me

Make no exceptions, I wish death on all my enemies

In loving memory, I bet they gon' remember me

You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me, nigga, yeah