B.R.G - Running sh** pt3 lyrics

The f** is the middleton tellin' me Always in the trainer's room J Bietz ain't bout this J Bietz ain't bout that Ma boy got IT and f**in' T-rup and ‘em, hehe Say that runnin' don't be puttin' in no work SHUT THE fu*k UP Y'all runners ain't no sh** All ya motherf**ers talk about J Bietz ain't no runner J Bietz ain't this, J Bietz a fake SHUT THE fu*k UP Y'all don't live with that runner Y'all know that runner run with the crooked J's runnin' for Calder and sh** Jonas been on summer runnin' since, f**in' I don't know when Motherf**er stop f**in' pLAyin' him like that Dem runner savages out there If I catch another motherf**er talkin sh** about J Bietz, I'm f**in' beatin the a** I'm not f**in' playin' no more, you KNOW that runner roll with da crayfish and them JONAS BIETZ, Holla ==ZACH== Okay it's distance gang ‘til I'm deceased, f** around we run repeats (YA) Ridin' up in that whip, yeah we strapped up with that TP Race me, Defeat, boy ya never gon' beat me How the f** ya supposed to win if yo' scrub a** can't see me Other teams, diss track, where the f** is yo' diss at I ain't even got time for that, got a TIMEX where my wrist at Wanna verse, pay me, stuntin' hard like I'm J Bietz Distance rain got real flame these other rappers got fake peep Real athletes run sh**, all y'all just playin' games Talk about dem wannabes, if that's the case just say the name Boy we runnin' fast as f**, hit the track and lap ‘em up Races we be zoopin' but we really ‘bout that rappin' stuff Slow down relax, yeah I snappin' on three tracks Other teams be takin' L's I bet y'all want a rematch All da girls be flockin' cuz we faster and we stronger And oh yeah, forgot to mention: Distance guys last LONGER (hit ‘em with the train) ==C-MAC== Make it drop I'll move and rock dis flyer flow don't really stop (CMAC) Judge a girl and to without she goin' for the team cuz she really bop On ma whips, all ma whips be floorin' push the start they roarin' Crazy two, say I'm borin' to the early mornin' Got your b**h, layin' in ma bed after ten rounds We bo der, wakin' up to some good head boy CC boys get with it got deez f**, n***as hatin' now we Got it locked up, AODs and injuries yeah you Already know me, it's CMAC boy, I like to sh** up and swallow the key with DAB We the CC boys we steal, all yo goddamn honies Throwin' bends yeah you know we got this f**in' money ======== Hey Ozzie boy Yo what up 50 Cal Hey, remember when the football players said they'd make a diss track HELL YEAH WHERE DAT THO BOY Where dat sh** at ==DOM== Run dis meet like big Baby, six Rosa hills f** off of me CC says bye, bye to Ben Blanchard like he said it took Tory (bye-bye) Amber with Jared almost (leave him alone) stop tryin' to ho and shoot my man's (f** you Amber) [Can't understand this line sorry] Carl always on one, he stays trap and havin' fun If Casey Hopp is feelin' right that probably means we win tonight (W) Moses, time for strength let's check the watch, yeah Hell no Still spray yer face and hit a 3, my race has started enjoy the show ==JACK== Boy I'm spittin' like I'm on a run, West reign's over their times done Cuz M-house we on da course, beat yer whole team with NO remorse Ran fire like Tabasco, I run sh** like [Cathco] (runnin') My bars like the ice bath to fifty, now that's cold (ice) My brook's on, I'm lookin' clean, slayin' runners I'm [Ed gene] Hydratin' all day, sippin' lean out my Nalgene (leeeaann) Flippin' bricks like Flapjack, distance launchin' attacks Up top pushin' the pace, Casey Hopp yellin' relax ==AUSTIN== Sprint dis f**in' 5k, b**h I been high for 5 days Chillin' in the cloud and I never comin' down Runnin' every day, but I never get a raise Even though I'm pushin' for the spot that they all praise A white rapper, who's also dapper I snap up on the beat it's deceased, ya get it, capiche? I'm whippin' in the phantom, yeah runnin' sh** my anthem The b**hes say I handsome so I take the p**y ransom boy I'm Ballin on a budget but the b**hes say they love it cuz I'm Stacking green and gettin' chips, f**ing cracka call me rich Writin' raps and runnin' sh**, everyone, split it quick Like the witch who grabs my dick, gun goes off it's time to kick CC, XC, reach in the bag no I got a palm tree Zoopin' off a runner high and a mort see But a bunch of it was burnin' in a pile of debris Runnin' till the sun goes down waitin' for the comeup Ya b**h with me and she waitin' for da cumma But f** that ho, she needs to shut up, cuz I'm too busy running sh** ==50== CC boys from down the street, run 800 f** repeats Let's stand up, take a seat, faster than you, on a premeet Takin' L's when Casey says, finish the Seven I'm on that runner's high, all the way to the Heavens Zoopin' past these runners like I'm ON ONE Load the 50, co*k it back, squeeze the trigger, WATCH ‘EM Run Yo why'd you fire Mike, he said Work hard, you got a slot Now feel that pain, Get a spot, no Name kids don't get no spot Take a run down Sandy Beach, f** that at runnin' routes Mouse in a pool, good night out, cat in the rat, smells like trout Took a year and now I'm a Captain you know that sh** never happened Dollar Tree, always snackin' runnin' gang, always dappin' [TP Josh's house baaaaack to back Took a little break now I'm baaaaack to that] x2