Don't Run (Remix) [feat. Young M.A, Fabolous, Dave East & Don Q]

Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Fuck boy don't run (where you going?) Fuck boy don't run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don't run (where you going?) They ain't know I had the gun Fuck boy don't run (ah, man) Fuck boy don't run (where you going) (red light) Fuck boy don't run (get that nigga) (fuck 'em men, 'em men nigga) They ain't know I had the gun ('em men) B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N B-R double O-K-L-Y-N, uh It's Brooklyn back at it again, huh If it's an issue, then we handle that, uh Me and my gun stick together like candle wax No face no case tie the bandana back Niggas blam at me fuck it I'm blaming back Hit the grip with extended clip then a nigga flinch You showing off let the 40 boom tomato sauce Those is foreigns nigga take 'em off Nigga take 'em off I want that watch I want that chain too Thank that be all I be mobbing with a bunch of Gs yup it's red life High-speed dippin' on the d's running red lights Hop out run in the building fucking up a pair of Nikes No paradise, I'm in the hood like a pair of dice (and of course) Y'all know what this is nobody move, nobody get hurt Brooklyn forever Just keep your hands where I can see them We here now don't run We gonna do this nice and smooth Two times the family, ha They like "Damn boy you moving different" (facts) Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business (heard you) Nah, dog I just gotta prove 'em different (shit different) But still packing like I'm in the moving business (boom boom boom) Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different Ya boy still whipping like he in this movie business Got the Jamba Juice right here in the bomber goose (right here) Niggas tight with me because they baby mama lose Hold up You fuck boys ain't get it She got with a real one Now fuck boys can't hit it (yeah) We out here making moves stuck boys ain't with it (yeah) When the fam pop out you fuck boys ain't litty (huh?) I had to call cas like bro (what up bro?) I heard niggas wanna book me for my watch (niggas plotting?) He said nah it's a Phillippe for a show (oh) Them niggas wanna book you for a watch (woah) I guess time is money If being broke is a joke you never find us funny I'm on a thousy shit that you on is lousy So ya shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey (Boom boom boom) Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Niggas trying to catch me in the drop Niggas trying to book me for my watch They ain't know I had the Glock (boom boom boom) Now everybody getting shot (boom boom boom) Fuck boy don't run (where you going?) Fuck boy don't run (my watch still on me) Fuck boy don't run (where you going?) They ain't know I had the gun Fuck boy don't run Fuck boy don't run (where you going?) Fuck boy don't run (get that nigga) They ain't know I had the gun Cas You ain't know I had the sig on me I could give a fuck about your big homie Jumpin out that foreign got your bitch on me In all white looking like I bust a brick open (all white) You Frank Ocean niggas singing to men The bouncer know how we rocking, so we bringing them in (got them) Nuts have that juice around got me leaning again (for what?) If I say them niggas is ops you'll never see me with them (never) I book niggas, niggas book me that's gangsta I been cut Homie tried to book me with a razor, nah Crippin in the Jeep I'm like Tookie with the wrangler Tonight I ain't dancing it's hard to boogie with the banger, danger Yeah, yeah, Don, bitch Cas I got you my nigga Niggas try to book me for my watch Me and boogie in the drop got my hoody and the Glock Couple years back we was cooking cookies in the pot I had a 30, try ten, I was a rookie in the spot Fast forward to now, I'm the nigga the hoes chose Bartenders and pole hoes giving me low blows Now we whipping the Rolls slow maybe the Porsche gold Cuban is rose gold dollar fonta with four O's Studied the game tapes you the king I remain ace I done ate dinner shaved crack on the same plate Sparks still it hit how a car feel I hit your car wheel but I make it cartwheel 'til the tarp peel (bang) School of hard knocks I got knocks selling hard crills Lyrical operated I ain't taking the narcs deal, nah Niggas gonna try to throw dirt if they want But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month (what) Don, Don, Don You know where the Nets play Out in Brooklyn shooting niggas in broad day Running off on the plug nigga that's no way (they don't know that) Out in Brooklyn getting brick from the oyay It's two times, comma that Brooklyn bring that money back Tried to catch me slipping in Lust Left with a hundred pack Shooters like a quarterback Money long I ordered that You should never thought of that Now you can't get your daughter back