Run Shit Sdot Go (Ft. Jay Hound)

[Intro: Sdot Go]
Like—
Word to my dead

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
How you beefin', you don't got no money?
Like, bitch, I really does this
No cap, I really run shit
I got the fetty, no 4100
Get to spinnin', bro told me I'm buggin'
PTSD, almost shot him for nothin'

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
I get active, I don't gotta mention the shit that I do
Spend a couple of bands on my jeans
Like, I don't gotta say what I spent on the shoes
Don't got experience
Little boy do not know what to do, (Boom) like
Bitch on timin', not bringin' no mop
Bitch, I'm bringin' my broom
Like, bitch, who you?
MB what? Nigga better not say that
Throwin' bread on my head
If get to him first like I bet he won't pay that
Bro put the dot on his—
Like, can't leave my G my waist wherе it stay at
I'm on the side of his—
I'm on the sidе of the place where he lay at (Word to bro)
B-Lovee keep dissin' my name (Come here)
Where was he at when I went to the Courts?
Brandon Hendricks got his own street
Nigga died on a drill for not stickin' the ball
Like, too hot, I don't get near the law
Soon as they see me, they get on my balls
Bro-brodie buggin' like he tryna catch one (Come here)
Like, tryna send him to the lord
Back out my gun like I don't got a sword
Get in my stance, my two feet on the floor