On The Run

Yeah, I'm on the run Here I come, I'm with your mom Fuck all that, let's go We got London On Da Track Chorus: Young Thug If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy I just might hop inside a cab today skrt Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today aye When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent bent Burberry guts what the captain say Slatt Chanel, she can get a little today Chanel Fuck around and drop a few bags today I just might do the whole dash today woo My new Balenciaga rags today oh, damn, woo Post-Chorus: Young Thug Niggas might kill for biscuits Trappin' out the intercontinental hey Bitch can't wait 'til my check clear Bitch gon' act like she triller act like she triller Baby tryna trip me outta check woah Nigga tryna pour my red All a nigga know is take meds Nigga, stop drinkin' my red woo Verse 1: Young Thug Slime all these niggas, I'm tired of trie I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed smoke out I got rollies galore, ain't no clowning me I got woadies with me speaking Chinese got woadies right now, now I get fed up and throw a catastrophe fed up In the drop, me, my dog had 'em ten key woo Secret service, so everything is touchscreen I had walked in the loft, didn't insert a key blast-off Okay, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake baguettes Yeah, bitch For God's sake, stack up your racks, put it all away ooh, let's go Polish your ass, polish your stomach And polish your face polish your face Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that's all I can say woo Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that Whole lotta ain't this whole lotta, whole lotta Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing oh, oh I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin' Chorus: Young Thug If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy I just might hop inside a cab today skrt Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today aye When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent bent Burberry guts what the captain say woah woah woah Chanel, she can get a little tab today Chanel Fuck around and drop a few bags today I just might do the whole dash today woo My new Balenciaga rags today oh, damn, woo Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Offset Niggas might kill for biscuits Trappin' out the intercontinental Bitch can't wait 'til my check clear Bitch gon' act like she triller Baby tryna trip me outta check woah Nigga tryna pour my red woah All a nigga know is take meds woah Nigga, stop drinkin' my red Woo, woo, woo, woo woo, Offset Verse 2: Offset Fresh off the runway on the run from the cops run Had to put the money in the stash, let it rot stash Had to get a front to get it poppin' at the opps baow baow baow Fuckin' bitches with my bitch on lock lock lock lock Drippin' in the Gucci, Gucci, slop, slop Gucci Gucci Put me in the water, swim with the sharks swimming with the sharks Caught a cookie man smokin' on smart cookie Aston Martin with the seat Pop-Tart woo Get up in the field, yeen got enough heart who Hunnid thousand have a nigga dad on milk cartons brrrt Hunnid rounds hangin' out the Vince Carter carbon brrrt Birkin on my bitch wrist, that’s a light 40 thats a Birkin Runnin' to the money like Gump run Rolls Royce truck tail, get it out the trunk hey I don’t know that bitch, call that bitch a runt nah Nine zips, I dun po’d up for lunch mud Get up in the pot, then I punch get up in there Get up in the mouth, make her grunt get up in there Fuckin' in the fourth down, nigga don’t punt who If we got smoke, lookin' for you is a hunt smoke Straight up out the bando, the ghetto ghetto Rest in peace, Pistol, got a halo halo Stayin' at the scene, gotta lay low lay low Bag’s Celine, full of pesos Celine Tony Montana with the yayo Tony I don’t got manners with the K, hoe brrrt You are dust when I hit you with the K, roll dust Set slappin' on that bih like Fabo hey Stackin' up the bands, Lego Lego We at ya head, tomato tomato Thirty inch slug, potato thirty inch, baow Nigga, don’t fold for the say-so woo Verse 3: Young Thug Yeah, the top of it's brown the top of it's brown Yeah, the middle of it's red middle of it's red Yeah, she nut by the round They call it squirtin' intead let's go Yeah, I like her for real like her for real We skippin' town from the feds let's go This codeine on chill Act She wet like a shower head woo-hoo Yeah, I came with the drill I came with the drill I came with the powers and nails powers and nails, woa-yeah I came with the deals woah I came in with hoes like a sled woa-yeah Yeah, a rich nigga tilt woah I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit keep Rolls Royce in this Yeah, I'm fuckin' your nat fuckin' your nat 'Fore we done got to the bed 'fore we done got to the bed Chorus: Young Thug If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop I'm on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, ayy I just might hop inside a cab today Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today aye When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent bent Burberry guts what the captain say Slatt Chanel, she can get a little today Chanel Fuck around and drop a few bags today I just might do the whole dash today woo My new Balenciaga rags today oh, damn, woo Outro We got London On Da Track