Run Off - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Diego Dose, Bloody Tito

Diego

Fuck wrong with these little niggas, man?

All that pussy ass rap shit

Industry shit, nigga

It’s me, Big Diego

Hop out the Ghost, you might get hit with a cloud of smoke

Diego just fucked on your hoe

Walking with Carbon 15 stepping, don’t get too close

I hope I don’t shoot out my toe

I’m the one kidnap a roach, I’ll catch a body on oath

You disappear, nigga, ghost

you looking like Forrest

I got the choppers, no Harley

Bad Boy, Mike Lawrence

Nigga, ain’t no acting

I got them Benjamins in the casket

You let the industry shit gas you

I get the money and lean back with it

And I ain’t doing nothing but laughing

I ain’t doing nothing but rapping

Up me a brick bale off fuck niggas

Don’t play with your life, don’t play with your family

I don’t mind home invasions

I don’t wanna hurt no baby

But my young niggas, they ain’t got no sense

Try to talk to them sometimes, they don’t listen

I’m just in here for the money

I’m just in here for the riches

I’ll slide down your chimney

Like the Grinch that stole Christmas

Running off with that check

Running off with that yayo

Running off with your pounds

I’ma go and blow your paper

I don’t give a fuck about y’all

I don’t give a fuck about nothing

I don’t give a fuck about y’all niggas

I don’t give a fuck about nothing

I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck

I’d rob the cartel, I’d rob me a plug

A real big homie shot out the jugg

On molly, my feet on your rug

Then run out your shit, then straight hit the plug

Diego be putting me on list

The last one was here was so many bricks

These niggas be mad 'cause I’m busting their bitch

I’m whooping your ass like I got a switch

If you don’t like that, then I’ll put you in a ditch

I don’t fuck with people 'cause I know that they’ll snitch

I stay with four-four's, I’ll never go home

I’m sitting in the trap and I bust down these bricks

Ten bands or better, I’m up in your shit

Been doing this shit since I was a kid

I’m banging in ZuZu, I don’t wear

I’m jugging y’all niggas 'cause I want a Coupe

I got fifty Hummers and they all screaming «woop»

I’m shitting on niggas, all you do is just poop

Your bitch is a thot, your bitch is the swoop

You’re not a real Blood, so I’m taking your flag

No, better yet, fuck it, I’m rolling your ass

I caught me a jugg, now I got them bags

I’m robbing you niggas, hell yeah, I’m gon' brag

Running off with that check

Running off with that yayo

Running off with your pounds

I’ma go and blow your paper

I don’t give a fuck about y’all

I don’t give a fuck about nothing

I don’t give a fuck about y’all niggas

I don’t give a fuck about nothing

I don’t give a fuck about y’all niggas