run em ova Lyrics

I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That′s your friend, bitch?
She tryna set your mans up, bitch

Acting like you slow, bitch
You need to stop fucking with them hoes bitch
They like, "Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these bitches love Sosa?"
Pull off in that Bimmer or that Rover
See a opp, I′ma run 'em over

Two 50s, 'member I used to tote a cobra
Five iPhones, I remember Motorola
I′m still getting on it for your movement
And you know that I′m the money folder

She see Almighty and she will bust it
She bust it open, tryna steal something
She thought Almighty was a damn dummy
She thought Almighty was a damn mummy

'Cause I was off a flat
Finna have a heart attack
I′m finna have a thot attack
Steady breaking these thotties' backs

I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That′s your friend, bitch?
She tryna set your mans up, bitch

Acting like you slow, bitch
You need to stop fucking with them hoes bitch
They like, "Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these bitches love Sosa?"
Pull off in that Bimmer or that Rover
See a opp, I′ma run 'em over

Right now, I got my Bobcats on
Don't make me go put them damn Giuseppes on
Don′t make me put them damn Balenciagas on
Them bitches cost 600 strong

Right now, I see dollar signs
Do you got a dollar sign of mine?
If you do, I need that shit right now
How you telling my goons to pipe down?

And it′s a fight now with bullets
Bullets hit you in your stomach
Where the fuck you want it at?
We ask questions when we done with it

I'm smoking on this skunky shit, it stank
And I′m on my way to the bank
I gotta pick up 50 G's
Just to splurge it all on me
Stinging bitches, I′m the youngest bumblebee
Smoking weed, 'til I OD
Smoking on this Tooka

Don′t make my niggas go and shoot you, bang, bang
I ain't gotta shoot you, it's the same thang
Choppa with a knife, let′s play Hangman
See you, you can′t hang, mayne
Bitch, I'm with the situation, gang-gang

I was getting off Xans
Thots came, that was all planned
And I got my pistol in my hand
I will blow this pistol in my hand
That′s your friend, bitch?
She tryna set your mans up, bitch

Acting like you slow, bitch
You need to stop fucking with them hoes bitch
They like, "Almighty, what's the potion?
How you made these bitches love Sosa?"
Pull off in that Bimmer or that Rover
See a opp, I′ma run 'em over