Run With Me

(Roh)

(OG Dynasty, Dynasty)

It's snowin', but I'm still dodgin' deers

Take a **** life, commandeer

That **** shouldn't've talked, he volunteered

A new era, we been smackin' ****' lids

Y'all ship sinkin', man, y'all captain must be dead

Fuckin' my bitch, countin' racks up in my head

I pulled out 'cause my package 'bout to land

Don't let this pussy get in the way of that bread

You can run with me, just don't start walkin'

They get you in that room, bitch, don't start talkin'

I ain't buyin' no more 'bows, bitch, I'm buyin' coffins

It's Lemon Cherry every blunt, bitch, that's why I'm coughin'

Yeah, that's an eight, right?

It's to the face, right?

A small world, I met my plug on a date site

Then we got to third base by the eighth night

Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch, but she her own boss

Say she'll never love a ****, but rock Chrome Heart

We droppin' bodies, sellin' work, this shit like Ozark

The crib big, I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart

You ain't no dog, lil' ****, you ain't got no bite, no bark

You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car

You gon' run out of gas, stash so far

They did an x-ray on my body, ain't got no heart

I'm tryin' shit I never did, on some mob shit

Butterfly my steak, caviar my side dish

Knew it was easy, tried to cover up my eyelids

If it don't make money, chill with all the nonsense

He still'll blow that Five-seveN, he 5'6"

Whole city know his face, so he ride tints

Can't get two to five years for twenty-five bricks

And if they make his bond a mil', I'ma come get him

One plain, one bust, still a young ****

Yeah, they call me Baby Money, I got grown chicken

Ask the city, 'fore I signed, was my phone trippin'?

Ask how long they been on Poe and, them boys Crippin'

Tryna serve my clientele, I missed the show, ****

That lil' dope go out the door and it's a whole sixty

They got me prayin' for myself, but that road tricky

I done sold so much work, I had to call the plug and tell that bitch this

Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch, but she her own boss

Say she'll never love a ****, but rock Chrome Heart

We droppin' bodies, sellin' work, this shit like Ozark

The crib big, I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart

You ain't no dog, lil' ****, you ain't got no bite, no bark

You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car

You gon' run out of gas, stash so far

They did an x-ray on my body, ain't got no heart