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on the run - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yeah! uh

[verse]
baby like “neph, where the h*ll you been?”
been balling, gon’ ball like a b*tch
b*tch too bad, don’t talk to my b*tch
don’t open yo’ lip about’ my b*tch
i said that my b*tch, that’s my b*tch
like pat, beat yo’ ass bout my b*tch
uppercut the sh*t out you bout my b*tch
me and my b*tch’ll jump a b*tch
beat the sh*t out you bout my b*tch
my b*tch lightskin, bad as sh*t
valentine day, send the cashapp quick
her last man smoke blam and sh*t
get me off the camera ‘fore i break your phone
beat yo’ ass like neck*break jerome
pap call from jail, told him i’m doing sh*t
he like “what you mean?”, we doing sh*t
he like “where you at?”, i’m just doing sh*t
glock’ll flip a doom ship
hollows taste good to a opp
opps said hollows taste like fruit loops
punch you in the mouth, it taste like honeycomb
kick you with my timbs, it feel like honeycomb
opps chain look like maple trees
with that bronze on, you ’bout to get a ring
saw the first n*gga had a black chain
you look stupid with a painted chain
my gold is flat backo with a cage
dubai you into is not the wave
qrich necklace got a sickle cell
sit down, that’s a necklace not a chain
little ass necklace choking yourself
you so d*mn broke, how you cope with yourself?
you so d*mn broke and so is your b*tch
my b*tch got more money than a n*gga named rich
one eye with the gl!ck like sl!ck rick
backwood got me looking like danny glover
backwood got me looking like fetty wap
backwood got me looking like gary coleman
backwood got me feeling like lil’ daryl
feeling like henry ruggs in a camaro
backwood got my breath stinkier than beyonce
backwood hitting like a worldstar fight
backwood hit like a head on head collision
backwood f*cking up my 20*20 vision
glock make a atheist out a jehova witness
on black ice, i’m still ain’t slipping
glock got me walking with a bad hip
they like “neph you just saying sh*t”
get me the f*ck off your playlist
you don’t wanna work, don’t bump my music
i’ll k!ll a broke boy for bumping my music
you leaked yo’ n*ggas, don’t bump my music
yo’ feet stink, don’t bump my music
if i was broke i wouldn’t even bump my music
you don’t wanna go to jail, don’t bump my music
you wanna live another day, bump my music
you wan’t your b*tch f*cked? bump my music
you wanna lose your b*tch? show her my music
my music will make yo momma sell crack
mixtape help grandma sell the perk pack
auntie like crack dreams i like that
medium album, her brother like that
they like “d*mn neph, you blacking on music”
i did more sh*t than universal studios
got more music than motown records
got songs in the cut they don’t know about
got a verse with michael jackson in the cut
i stole that sh*t from area 51
i see donald trump, imma piece him up
i had a dream joe biden was crip walking
trin uglier than condoleezza rice
i might quit rappin’ and f*ck a politician
terroist act, blow up politicians
i feel like the russian n*ggas in boston
the government brainwashed ’em
they didn’t wanna blow up everybody that was running
then they locked them up and tried to keep ’em quiet
free eric snow and el chapo
i’ll break them n*ggas out the feds
free everybody out the feds
area 51 got some sh*t to bring back the dead
i got beef with area 51
they got cure for cancer over there
they got good za over there
they created ebola over there
i know y’all ass somewhere in colorado
y’all moved from vegas; went to colorado
new top somewhere in the middle of the country
imma link up with donald trump and k!ll the country
christopher columbus, did he see area 51?
everybody he was with was on drugs
i feel like a indian with a newport
got more cigarettes than any reservation
unc’ got a tobacco farm across the street
unc’ got sinicas across the street
my indian homie got 30 marbles
auntie tryna suck d*ck for a pack of marbles
my new wife pulled up with new boxers
uppercutthe sh*t out you and box you
these n*ggas trapped in the closet
only got one pair of jeans in the closet
boy them jeans stale as the f*ck
boy you look like you still shop at marshall’s
you got me thinking k*mart still open
that under armour sh*t can from d*ck’s
all y’all can go eat a d*ck

- rxknephew lyrics

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