[Intro]
(Scalez)
(This a Scalez track, ayy, tell them, "Run that back")
Huh, take off, run
Don't take off, run
Hold on, hold on, take off runnin'
Young nigga, hop out, take off, run
Hold on

[Verse 1]
I hop out sprintin' to that money, like, where that check at?
Young nigga go for nothin', fuck 'round and take all off your bitch neck
From nightfall to sundown (It's Top, nigga), I'm tryna correct that
I got that concrete, that heroin, my B brothers, they stretched that (Huh)
Called his mama in the whip, I'm in the back, I'm trailin' bricks
Late night, I'm comin' in the house where I rapped, and dealin' with this shit
She stabbed that bitch inside my house, I had five blocks inside my safe
I had them straps inside my placе, they put they Glocks inside my facе

[Chorus]
I told 'em, "Take off, run"
When we pop out, you better not try to run away
Hit back ya head, this bitch gon' come from out your face
You must ain't heard, we tote them hunnid rounds and Dracs with .223s
You best believe, I make you bleed
I'm soldiered down in camo jeans
I'm screamin', "Murder, play with me"
I'm hopin' Jaz never turn her back on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm hustlin', I'm runnin', I'm tryna get to that money
And you won't stop me for nothin'
Hold on, take off, run, hear my money come (Yeah)
I got a hunnid-round drum for a nigga wanna try somethin' (Yeah)
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