On The Run Lyrics

This Btc got all my opps locs fa sale I'm finna buy 3

They all tryna paint my face but I ain't YB

I got motion all I need is yo social and I'd

Im still blowing at him he was talking crazy all on ig

Let's Be for real he ain't rich Boy u is not me

4 cool but I ain't bending if we 5 deep

I'll have smokeout blow you down he only 5'3

My team need me but I'm wit 11 hoes like I'm kyrie

He ain't tryna blow his pole I seen him hesitate

You won't catch me bood up I ain't Ella Mai

Ain't talking bout my dead opp but im forever paid

This Btc then fucked the whole 24 she forever gang

When we walk outside this sto pull yo gun out

Smash or pass I hit yo btc off of clubhouse

Btc thought I wasn't really having I pulled a dub out

I use to to be out on bond I'm on the run now

The beef was turnt until they died it ain't no fun now

I'm with walk let us see a opp and we gone run down

He was chilling in that whip in he got gunned down

We out early I'm finna bend till the sun down

I hit his Btc he telling hoes that it up like he blowing at me

My opps ain't shit but wide receivers we be throwing at him

I'm trippin Fucking on this opp Btc I'm finna blow her after

When we slid down on boy you know what happened