Shawty Fatt - Run lyrics

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Conceptually I burn songs Intellectually, the spirit of a runner; born to storm, born to swarm Even with Wu-Tang's Raekwon, I shine with kings Better put your Ray Bans on, if you open up my track I do my thing And I do not mean to O-F-F-E-N to the D But if I put a mothaf**er down to the dirt with words, then probably it's he With a thought like "he could be the degree of this master" Smoke weed, pop P's but you need to be much faster Really I'm a hellafide frickin' rhymer, your revolution will now be televised Tell 'em how the devil tried but failed, Yeller rides beats and I never gave a f** about what sails I give two tails on a donkey 'bout another rapper with so much money I wanna see a mothaf**a tie his shoes, b**h, come out runnin' [Hook: Yelawolf] Run, run, run, run, run, run Run. run, run, run, run, run, run I wanna see a mothaf**a tie his shoes, b**h, come out runnin' Run, run, run, run, run, run Run. run, run, run, run, run, run I wanna see a mothaf**a tie his shoes, b**h, come out runnin' [Verse 2: Shawty Fatt] Ain't got no cards in the game so I'mma write lines, hype lines sh** like this that make a b**h wanna bite mines, bite mines He out his rabid mind, reppin' mines, rapid fire spit Fatt for sure it's fire on the mic grabbin' my dick When I get sick, call the medics no it's copasetics Let me grab that b**h and watch me slide across this b**h like Eddie Cain, runnin' from that man, ain't no need of runnin', man You want it with Bama, now we on your police scanners, man We be that A, A with a elephant trunk, hang You a chump, you gon' get chunks tore out your an*s, man Name of the game is pain, pain make 'em give up names Who, what, what, there, where, bang, n***a, bang, bang Bang for the same game, bangin' the same dame I don't love a ho, but I gotta do her if you got that change Got sick, hopped up out the Chevy and co*ked at range Hit the block, n***as and cops they lookin' like... [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, ho Everybody wait, everybody stop, let me just catch my breath Let me just get one belt, soon as I get one belt, I promise I'mma take one sip And I'mma try to spit this clear, for real See cause on the track a n***a is fast But y'all f*gs is laggin', I turn around like haha, I hold my abs and laugh I just do it like Nike, pimpin' you can check the tag While you steady gaspin' for air I'm runnin' laps on a n***a like this When I run around a circle with a little bit of twist And they be like "here we go, Bob we're havin' a difficult Time understanding your syllables So, please can you spit it slow, for all the folks that're really slow" And man, I'm talkin' really slow, you feel me though? [Hook]