[Intro]

Swifty McVay: Got him, in the scope

Person 2: Man hit this nigga man

Swifty McVay: Damn nigga. Stand still motherfucker

Person 2: Man go ahead hit that nigga, come on we gotta get the fuck on

Swifty McVay: The leaves in the way

Person 2: What?

Swifty McVay: Shut up nigga I got this

Person 2: Hit that nigga

Swifty McVay: I'm 'bout to hit him. I got him

*Gun cocks*

*Bang*

Run...

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

Duct tape her, put the video tape and rape her

And fuck favors, I'm a criminal with a major

Disruptive membrane that's never letting go of the beef

I'm no stranger, streets paid with blood stains

I strangler her loose, wrangle a jump suit

Machete and leather boots

I'm severing whatever nigga sold you crack

And told you to expose your scrotum to these whores and you click-clack, remember that

[?] the pain, have you niggas ducking like the hunchback of Notre-Dame

Fuckers ain't gon' say a thing

Huggin a burner, you acting like you trying to murder

Like a marine that's never been overseas

I heard the niggas like you

I can turn your city against any nigga willing to send me an invite

Whoever double-cross me

Then already walked across my first line

So its dandelions and curse time

[Hook]

Run

It’s a nigga running behind you, you better hopin' for he don't find you, you know you better

Run

Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you

You see the red dots are around you, you know you better

Run

Those niggas really trying to kill you, you better hopin' for he won't kill you, you know you better

Run

[Verse 2: Kuniva]

Black gloves, black hat, black hoodie,black gat

Flashlight attached to [?] where the clap at

Nigga, get your [?] on, my [?] on

Bullets leave the group, let 'em get a solo *gunshot*

[?], head on the council, pick the lock, backdoor, dead the whole household

You want murder? Take a flight out here (c'mon)

When the hammer sparks, you gon' get a bright idea (c'mon)

You better *gunshot* the other way, before I (Run) to the car

When you (Run) start playin', you don't (Run) to Bizarre (Yeah)

I leave a nigga slomp, a pistol grip will make your adrenaline pump (shit)

I blow your clothes backwards, criss-cross your ass

Make your whole body jump (jump) (jump)

This is gangsta shit like a John Gotti dump

People that's been shot before, they keep tellin' you that shit ain't fun (fun) (fun)

If you get the chance, yo you better

[Hook]

Run

It’s a nigga running behind you, you better hopin' for he don't find you, you know you better

Run

Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you

You see the red dots are around you, you know you better

Run

Those niggas really trying to kill you, you better hopin' for he won't kill you, you know you better

Run