Run It

(album: Debbie - 2016)

JM on the beat
All right
Who's that creeping through the window
Oooh, there she go, there she go, there she go
Got the Kush clouds blowing through the Benz, oh
Oooh, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know

All we do is killing shit, who the leader of the pack though
Had 'em count it at the city, brought 'em back though
Skinny frame but the stack staying fat though
Bitches tryna keep us out, we kicking down the backdoor
Say my name, say my name, say my name, hoe
Now, I ain't really been the same since I came tho
I just do my thang, I ain't fucking with you lame hoes
Let my chain glow, getting richer by the day, so
Money ain't a thang like Jermaine, bitch, I got that
Range, yeah, I got that, just went and cop that
Winner call the trick and we just living
Boss like we the double dose of pimping
Watch me kill her

Think I'm playing, we can run it, we can run it run it
Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it
Bitches thinking it's a game with the shit talk
Say my name, she a hunnid, you can run it, run it

Feel the rumble in the drum
What you need, what you want, let it burn
Crowd jumping, everybody with they hands up
Bitches thinking they can see us, put a band up
Alright, okay
Bitches thinking that they fucking with the crew, no way
That they'll be the day you see me falling off, no day
Bitches thinking it's a game, all real, no play, okay
I'ma show my ass off, like my ass out
I'ma fuck the game up, that's a cash out
Got a bunch of hater bitches tryna lash out
I'ma blow my tree and do my thang, until I pass out
Deuces

Think I'm playing, we can run it, we can run it run it
Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it
Bitches thinking it's a game with the shit talk
Say my name, she a hunnid, you can run it, run it

Who's that creeping through the window
Oooh, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know
Got three or four pounds of the indo
Oooh, let me blow, let me blow, let me blow

Word around town is Debbie fucking with the cutthroats
Bitches get it popping, you can smell us from the blunt smoke
Everything is foul like the Kush with the Rasta's
Bitches moving silencers, yeah, we do it like the mobsters
Debbie Corleone, bitch, you corny and we off that
I'm the baddest bitch, ain't a question where the boss at
Bitches looking for me, ask about me, she a hunnid
In the city I'm a hunnid, if you want it, we can run it, hoe