Letra de 'Run' de YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

(Scalez)
(This a Scalez track, ayy, tell them: Run that back)
Huh, take off, run
Don't take off, run
Hold on, hold on, take off runnin'
Young nigga hop out, take off, run
Hold on

I hop out sprintin' to that money, like, where that check at?
Young nigga go for nothin', fuck 'round and take all off your bitch neck
From nightfall to sundown (It's Top, nigga), I'm tryna correct that
I got that concrete, that Heroin, my B brothers they stretched that (Huh)
Kodi mama in the whip, I'm in the back, I'm trailin' bricks
Late night, I'm comin' in the house where I rap, been dealin' with this shit
She stabbed that bitch inside my house, I had five blocks inside my safe
I had them straps inside my place, they put thеy Glocks inside my face

I told 'em: Takе off, run
When we pop out, you better not try to run away
Hit back ya head, this bitch gon' come from out your face
You must ain't heard, we tote them hundred rounds and Dracs with. 223s
You best believe, I make you bleed
I'm soldiered down in camo jeans
I'm screamin': Murder, play with me
I'm hopin' Jaz never turn her back on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm hustlin', I'm runnin', I'm tryna get to that money
And you won't stop me for nothin'
Hold on, take off, run, hear my money come (Yeah)
I got a hundred-round drum for a nigga wanna try somethin' (Yeah)

Look, I'm cold like a freezer
Bad bitch like a meaner
I paint my face and tote that Drac', and they can't change my demeanor
He was a saint but now I make 'em take my clothes to the cleaners
I'll never sink, this watch a tank, this money come like the seasons
All been well, if you can tell, I'm on the route of achievements
If one go out, I'll never tell, I'll go all out with that beast
I got a mask on, painted nails when I pop out when you see me
Send yo' pussy-ass to Hell 'cause you done gave me a reason
Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off
I know a way out, way out
Who the fuck done told you murder never paid off?
Ain't take no days off, days off
Know it's gon' pay off, pay off
[?] Goin' in the house
And I can't pay my rent 'cause all my money spent, yeah
I spent it all on sticks and buyin' big diamonds for my bitch

I told 'em: Take off, run
When we pop out, you better not try to run away
Hit back ya head, this bitch gon' come from out your face
You must ain't heard, we tote them hundred rounds and Dracs with 223s
You best believe
Hold on, take off, run, hear my money come (Yeah)
I got a hundred-round drum for a nigga wanna try somethin' (Yeah)

Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off
I know a way out, way out
Who the fuck done told you murder never paid off?
Ain't take no days off, days off
Know it's gon' pay off, pay off
[?] Goin' in the house