[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Fuck nigga, better run!
Yeah, you know we gon' up that
Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole!
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?)
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Haha!)
I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw
Fuck nigga, better run!
Yeah, you know we gon' up that (This nigga!)
Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole!
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?)
Niggas running, I ain't even go
I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Lil' bitch, boy, you know you ain't with that (Lil' bitch)
Boy, you know you ain't 'bout that (A-whoa)
I ain't with the chit-chat (Nah)
Send my shooters where your house at (You what?)
Boy, you a lil' pack-rat, wait, ooh (A-whoa, a-Dexter!)
6ix9ine with me so it's homicide (He what?)
All my shooters, yeah, they down to ride
Your diamonds fake, I ain't lying
Fucking lil' bitch, put my dick in her spine
She whine, I feed her coke, doing line (What?)
Run to the money, you know it's mine (Dexter)
Wait, fuck nigga better run (A-what?)
Beam on that chop, fifty right on the drum, huh
Shoot that lil' boy for fun, huh (I do)
Diamonds, they shine like the sun, huh
That lil' boy not my son, huh
Run, huh, a-run, Dexter
Fuck nigga, better run!
Yeah, you know we gon' up that
Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole!
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?)
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Haha!)
I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw
Fuck nigga, better run!
Yeah, you know we gon' up that (This nigga!)
Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole!
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Yeah, you know we gon' dump that
Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?)
Niggas running, I ain't even go
I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Lil' bitch, boy, you know you ain't with that (Lil' bitch)
Boy, you know you ain't 'bout that (A-whoa)
I ain't with the chit-chat (Nah)
Send my shooters where your house at (You what?)
Boy, you a lil' pack-rat, wait, ooh (A-whoa, a-Dexter!)
6ix9ine with me so it's homicide (He what?)
All my shooters, yeah, they down to ride
Your diamonds fake, I ain't lying
Fucking lil' bitch, put my dick in her spine
She whine, I feed her coke, doing line (What?)
Run to the money, you know it's mine (Dexter)
Wait, fuck nigga better run (A-what?)
Beam on that chop, fifty right on the drum, huh
Shoot that lil' boy for fun, huh (I do)
Diamonds, they shine like the sun, huh
That lil' boy not my son, huh
Run, huh, a-run, Dexter
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