DON'T RUN (feat. Sam Wise, BlazeYL & Mally)

Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh? Yo Yo, yo What's next? (Next) Heard these niggas comin' for my neck Back then I was working at Direct She like, "Nigga, all you wanna do is flex" Duh, don't you see the net? Uh The net cost a check A check could cost a jet She like, "Nigga, now I wish we never met" If you show me love, better show me my respect (facts) I'm in this deep deep, straight up 'til my neck And I'm protected, watch money met Hate your P from now to death Tell 'em we up, tell 'em we next All this panache, finesse Fuck it, let's play with no ref Been in my bag, got crept I fuck the game like lubricate like MJ how I step That man's face is way too big Can't eat, make sure he's whacked Write me up a check, yeah Ooh-la-la (ha, ha) She wants me (ha, ha) Ooh-la-la (ha, ha) What's the fee (ha, ha) Ooh-la-la, tell a pussy nigga, "Freeze" (ha, ha) Ooh-la-la, I'ma give you what you need (ha, ha) Yeah, ay, yo, ay, yo Young boy got to make them moves, check-ups But they don't know me, I'm next up extra Baby too extra, I needed one extra Feel the new vex, uh, I need more money, I need more bands (skrrt) I got my fans, I'm fuckin' on honeys that know about mans I can't compensate with them lames, I can't (I can't) I can't compensate with them lame niggas I pump my chest 'bout that check I'm 'bout the money, I'm about that flex My little honey trying to get me fixed The way that I put them through the test Two gal Two gone Too fun Don't run, ayy, yeah No run, no run No run, we not done It ain't finished Tell the judge, "Extend the sentence" On my own, independence All as, good attendance Okay, got your card (card, card, card) What's the pin? (Ah) what's the pin? (Ah) Get it in (ah) Niggas actin' fishy-fishy, see your fins (ha) Shawty pull up, swishy-swishy, then she finished Someone tell it boy Me not with no fish flavor Unnuh watchin' your behavior Me nuh ramp with no traitor All mi dogs make paper Ha, yeah The pack, the pack The pack, the pack The pack, the pack Ha, Vs in the back Bs on the back The team got the strap The Gs fit her back Diamonds on me light like limousine Baby, let me hop on double Cs Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, you can tell that by the jeans And yeah, I turned red, I'm gettin' tired of geek (Oh, yeah, I love me) Oh yeah, I love me I'm a freak I'm prodigy What you need? Give me that C, yeah Give me that C, yeah Nigga that geek, yeah Nigga that geek, yeah Nigga, that C, yeah I was like, "What do you mean?" Ha Shawty, stop making a scene Wait, don't got a key Wait, don't get a key And no, I don't go in the trees