Run Em Down - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Oh my God, is that Avery?)

Runnin' through them hundreds, I'm just tryna live the fast life

Foreign car, drippin', got two-twenty by the dash pipe

I do what I want because I'm rich and got my cash right

I can fuck your bitch because you broke, don't got your bag right

Every time I pop out, new designer, drippin' mad ice

My shit always bustin' and don't ever need a flashlight

Say you gettin' cash, lookin' sad, you a bad sight

Say that I was down, I'ma leave you in the past life

Boolin' up in Cali, makin' hits up in the studio

No security, but trust me, gang'll do it to you though

I don't gotta tell you, trust me I can really prove it though

Nigga tryna run up on me, he a foolio

Buck-buck-buck 'em down, run some yards and touch it down

Tjay, yeah, I run the town, them niggas can't say nothin' now

Grippеd up, who want it now? Tryna see who frontin' now

Gun 'em down, empty out the clip and thеn another round

Apologize, know a homicide'll make a momma cry

I can't lie, I'm traumatized, but I'ma let that llama fly

Before I feel in danger, I'm filled up with anger

Know they out to get me, but I'm comin' with a banger