Running from the Cops Tish Hyman (Ft. Andy Milonakis & V-Nasty)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
Money is the motivation, I be laughing
Cashing while you be hating, my whole path is on constant elevation
While you ain't half of the half of the niggas that you came with, 25%
I wouldn't pay 25¢ to hear you spit; I'd rather listen to my mama have sex
You're too meek, and I pray you're not weak
First bitch too funny, be my dinner of the week
Posting pics on Instagram, instant damage, eating beets like I'm famished
Damn right, I'm fucking with a freak if she's Spanish
Still getting money with the niggas that I ran with
Back when that white stuff in my pocket wasn't no aspirin
You want to get your ass kicked? Fuck with this black bitch
Andy Milonakis, V-Nasty, aw shit
Y'all niggas really don't know what you started

[Hook: Tish Hyman]
When I was just a kid, I used to run from the cops, cops, cops
And I never stopped, stopped, stopped
Running from the cops, cops, cops
Oh, my mama said don't you hang with them thugs, thugs, thugs
But I like to do drugs, drugs, drugs
Make rhymes and get drunk, drunk, drunk

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I don't stutter when I spit, but I'm from the gut of hotness
Andy Milonakis, holding ya hostage
My best ain't dirty; they came from the street
V-Nasty rolled through in the off-cream Jeep
And Tish be rolling back-to-back
She think I'm real fly when I'm acting black
But I ain't acting like a fact in Tinactin
Make a pussy do a backspin, no I ain't no has-been
The husbands sure love me, the night, you lying
Fuck with my family, you damn sure dying
That's not a funny rapper, I said it cause I meant it
It's Andy Milonakis; your rap name's rented
I'm realer than your college philosophy teacher
I'm in the club with Kanye; he paid me for a feature
60 raps, 60 stacks, 60 bams