Run It (Explicit)

Run It (Explicit) - clipping./Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson

Lyrics by：Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes

Composed by：Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes

Produced by：clipping

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Get the work and

Put it in the pot

Mix the motha****a till it rock

Roll it till it fit into the needle

Then you stick it in the middle of the hood

And watch 'em run it

Got a bag

Got a ***** up by the bar

By the bar

She bring the the cash

Catch a mutha****in star

****in star

Pay the tab

Pop another purple pack

Purple pack

Slow it down enough

So you can get the world back

World back

P***y in the air

P***y popping on the floor

On the floor

Elevator up to 27

There she go

There she go

Two inside

Two more say they on the way

On the way

Back to back

Back into the club it make the

Jawbone

Sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast

For the rewind

Have to

Put it back

Piece by piece

By please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets find

Sprinkles of

Sanity for the gums

Vanity for the tongue

Panic before the cum

Damnit wanna be numb

Skin is itching you sittin' ***** in the backseat

Till the switch flip and you spillin' spit on the concrete

Pill under the tongue and let it melt

Catch the feeling for a minute by yourself

When it's needles on the bottom of your feet

You know the **** done made it down into the blood

And you can run it

Got a Jones

Got a itchy trigger finger

Trigger finger

Gotta go

Pablo got a couple stingers

Couple stingers

Hit a dab

That'll get you straight again

Straight again

Get a cab

Didn't mean to wake up in the

Same clothes you been rocking

For a motha****ing week

Don't let nobody get it twisted

You are not a ******* tweaker

Look this **** designer

Cook up in a beaker

Look This **** designer

Gucci on the sneaker

Jawbone

Sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast

For the rewind

Have to

Put it back

Piece by piece

By please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets find

Traces of

Residue in the pots

Etching you in the thoughts

Of every new city cop

The ingénue was a opp

Skin is itching you just ***** with a bounty

Till the switch flip and you suckin' d**k in the county

Aluminum in between the teeth

Mean you prolly gotta get up out the street

Get your connect on the phone

And let him know you got the paper in you pocket for him

And he need to run it

Don't it feel like god to you

Who's yo daddy

Can he buy you what you want?

This is what you want

Don't it feel like god to you?

Put that up inside

Run it up inside

Run it get your life

Got a deal

Said they got a VIP

VIP

Got a vibe

Never had to show ID

Show ID

Got a rush

Got a water bottle ready

Bottle ready

Got a pill

Drop it in and shake it

Shake it

Shake that **** round

You all the way up and

They thinking they down

They down

Leave the club

Lookin for that real ****

Real ****

Grab a dub

Can you catch the feeling it's the

Jawbone

Sore from the teeth grind

Got too fast

For the rewind

Have to

Put it back

Piece by piece

By please mind the gap

Behind the black sheets find

Remnants of

Something inside your head

Rusting and running red

Must have been nearly dead

Then they came for the bread

Skin is itching you twitching writing a bad check

Till the switch flip and you end up taking your last breath

Bloody on the inside of the lip

Bite it every minute till it split

Let the drip fall slowly to the floor

Until there isn't any more and you know that you need to run it