Ran Up Wrong Lyrics

Damn, damn, ah

Bozo, pull up on they block, start a fight

With my fuckin' gun, I don't got a time for no bitch

I don't trust the hoes

Pull up, got a Glock on the switch

Oh shit, I mean I pull up, got a switch on the Glock

Fuck boy, ran up wrong in his legs, he got shot

Fu-Fuck boy, ran up wrong in his legs, he got shot

I don't, I don't play with bitches

Me and gang we bout to do a scrimmage

I'm bout to drop the boy

Then I go upgrade my self-image

And buy a lot of toys

Then I take a perc, and it change my mindset

Bitch, bitch, boy ran onto the field, we had some mines set

That boy died

Me and gang in the back with Trill, yeah we fried

I think I seen an alien

Or I'm just really fuckin' high

What the (WOOOOO)

Hold on, what the (WOOOOO)

Let me hop into that mode

I ain't nowhere just to start

Bullets cook that boy

Yeah, we turn that boy into some starch

Death Parade, me and gang walkin' down

You know we march

Told bro pass the codeine

I got you

I'm kinda parched

And we pull up four deep

Yeah, I bet them guns was sparkin

We knew that nigga block

He ain't had no self-defense

Me and Rel was runnin' from the feds

We had to jump the fence

Bozo, why you whisperin'

Oh, I just had to add suspense

Clenchin' on my Glock

Because a nigga started feelin' tense

I don't use a sword, I use a gun

The fuck I look like

The bitch said to throw a condom on

The fuck I look like

That's a joke

Brody wanna go band for band

Told y'all that my boys ain't broke

Me and my Glock go hand-to-hand

We baptize people like the Pope

Yeah, I got a trench coat

Hop out fully drenched boat

I was in that bitch throat

They say Bozo the real GOAT

They say Bozo the real GOAT

And I think they got a point

Buzzer, beat that boy, rel score

And you know we got the point

Pull-up Got a Glock on the switch

Oh shit, I mean I pull up

Got a switch on the Glock

Fuck Boy, ran up wrong

In his legs, he got shot

Fu-Fuck Boy, ran up wrong

In his legs, he got shot

Fu-Fuck Boy, ran up wrong (BAWW)