作词 : John Welch/Peter Mudge/Destin Route

作曲 : John Welch/Peter Mudge/Destin Route

Run, Ricky, run

Run, *****, run

Jump, *****, jump

Come here they come, run, run, run, run

Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk

My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

151 rum and a blunt, young ***** numb, numb, numb

And he got a little gun

A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun,

Give him a little bit and he'll get a ***** done

Son of a god, son of a *****

Son of a woman and man, son of a son

And then sunk in abyss, summon a plant

Please come with a strip

Cover my back, cover mad

Please come with the bliss

Look at the stash, JID like a magician

**** that, this some real ass s**t

I paid blood for this

Taking cheese from the government

Cereal Boxes, put the bugs in it

Hand me down then my brother brother s**t

Dont compare me to no other other ******

In the city, boy they say they ******* with you

Hibby jibbly, that's a bit disgusting but i get it

I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of s**t

Standing next to Lil Tight when that bullet hit him

S**t, I miss him

I wish that that bullet missed him, but it didn't

And since I been living with it like a sickness

Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me double time

A ticking, ticking time bomb, takin' the finish line

Look alive, look in my eyes

Look at you ****** tryin'

And you dumb, dumb better run run cause we frying em

Eastside, where ya from, from ****** wildin'

So be silent before my ******

Creep silent with street knowledge

Complete nonsense, delete comments, online, all lies

We see violence everyday in my eyes

They killing my ******, die, ***** die

Pull up with the fire get 'em ***** its eye for an eye

If we gotta ride,

**** it ***** ride for the ride for ya life

Diabolical minds, I don't mind it,

I like it, I like it, I love it

I **** wit you, you a thug, I'mma thug with you

We can knuck, we can buck if a ***** **** with you

I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle

Run Ricky, run, run *****, run, jump *****, jump

Come here they come run, run, run, run

Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk

My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

151 rum and a blunt, young ***** numb, numb, numb

And he got a little gun

A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun,

Give him a little bit and he'll get a *****