Lirik

(Every opp shot) (Grrah) (Grrah, grrah) (Is that Chris?) (OY) (A Lau on the beat) (It's that DD Osama shit) (Ayo Eli, what the fuck) Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (yeah) Os, let's do it Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em (Os, let's do it) Yeah (grrah, grrah) like, Os, let's do it Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it) Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it) Yeah, grrah, grrah, Os, let's do it (yeah) Os, let's do it Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em (Os, let's do it) Yeah (grrah, grrah) like, Os, let's do it Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it) Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it) They like Sha Gz, you on what? Like your mans ain't get shot in the butt Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through Woo, rah rah (ayy) One got poked, and the other got shot in his matha Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy Catch me a Bunny, we gon' make him hop O-O, let's do it like Wa-, like Waka Blitz him, chase 'em down like- Why these fuck niggas say that I'm flock I'ma spin through the Sev tryna make something drop Call of duty, shot after shot Heard it's two shooters, heard he get flopped What you gon' do if I bend through that block? On a bike, it was me and DDot Yeah, like, Os, let's do it Os, let's do it Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em Yeah, grrah grrah, Os, let's do it Os, let's do it Os, let's do it Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (grrah) Os, let's do it Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em Yeah, like, oh, let's do it (ayy, ayy) Os, let's do it (ayy, ayy) Os, let's do it (grrah-grrah) Let's do it, let's go (brr, brr) Been had a body, but I want a few more SWAT team with the po, caught a opp 'fore I caught a cold Never had to wipe my nose in the field like a sack In the back seat with the MAC Got athlete foots, we runnin' down on that Left the brains out, have the wig out No kids out, his mama on the scene like "Damn!" Notti boppin', you'll get popped Like a hair stylist, see the dreadlocks (grr) Cut 'em off til he fed off Like a Ku Klux, we keep K's out (yeah) Ransom when we hold you I need a vance and I'm too cold, dude Put him on a TV, old news, nigga Yeah, like, Os, let's do it Yeah, like, Os, let's do it Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em Yeah (brr), Os, let's do it (let's do) Os, let's do (let's go) Os, let's (grrah-grrah) Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (let's do it) Os, let's do it (let's go) Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em Yeah, like, Os, let's do it Os, let's do-, Os, let's do- (brr) Os, let's-, Os, let's do- (grrah-grrah) Haha, I don't know why the hell
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