[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
74421, we steppin'
Don't get in our way, yeah
Cause death, yeah, that shit gon' catch up with you
Bitch, for real, it's Long

[Verse 1]
Not from Broadway but I hustle there
Quit cappin', can't know when to stop me
In a foreign pushin' it with [?]
You gon' die if you think you gon' touch me, look
You got a gun, that don't make you a killer
[?] catch you a case just for clutching
Ain't 'bout money, then why we discussing?
N***as see me and they don't do nothin' but mug me
Bag on your head, make your partner come get it
FMB, yeah, we the lottery ticket
[?] got a K in the 'cat with some titties
A hundred-some shots, for sure he catching fifty
[?] cases and murder in rap
You never seen twenty pies in the trap
Can't find the money, go buy you a map
[?]

[Chorus]
Choppa turn you to a running back
Once you're dead, you ain't coming back
I'll run you down, you can't run from that
It's took, can't get your money back
You can run, but you can't hide
Send a lil bit' to your house
I told you, you weren't hard to find
Got a hundred-some shots in this car when we slide
Pressure from me to your hood been applied
World War 4 whenever we collide
I lost n***as for real, it can't be justified
I was sixteen when I first met the trap
Turned seventeen when I bought my own strap
When I turned eighteen, that's when daddy died
I start popping at n***as, not at the air
[Verse 2]
My n***as start switching like KD
You ain't from the hood, you from [KD?]
I'm not a game, you can't play me
Talking my shit, that's the reason they hate me
I'm holding that baby drac' like a guitar
Still in the jungle like I'm Avatar
If you know me, you know me, I'm a shooting star
This 7.62, [?] CPR
Tryna put a opp in critical condition
Me and the opps, that's a deadly collision
You walk with the monkeys, I fly with the pigeons
I know why they hate, 'cause they want my position
When it comes to the hood, n***as need permission
Try to rob me, you gon' fail your mission
Choppa start singing like it's an audition
You gon' tap out if I put you in a submission
Yeah

[Chorus]
Choppa turn you to a running back
Once you're dead, you ain't coming back
I'll run you down, you can't run from that
It's took, can't get your money back
You can run, but you can't hide
Send a lil bit' to your house
I told you, you weren't hard to find
Got a hundred-some shots in this car when we slide
Pressure from me to your hood been applied
World War 4 whenever we collide
I lost n***as for real, it can't be justified
I was sixteen when I first met the trap
Turned seventeen when I bought my own strap
When I turned eighteen, that's when daddy died
I start popping at n***as, not at the air