Run It - Lil Debbie

JM on the beat

All right

Who’s that creepin' through the window

Oooh, there she go, there she go, there she go

Got the Kush clouds blowin' through the Benz, oh

Oooh, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know

All we do is killin' shit, who the leader of the pack though

Had 'em count it at the city, brought 'em back though

Skinny frame but the stack stayin' fat though

Bitches tryna keep us out, we kickin' 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 fuckin' with you lame hoes

Let my chain glow, gettin' 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 livin'

Boss like we the double dose of pimpin'

Watch me kill her

Think I’m playin', we can run it, we can run it run it

Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it

Bitches thinkin' 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 jumpin', everybody with they hands up

Bitches thinkin' they can see us, put a band up

Alright, okay

Bitches thinkin' that they fuckin' with the crew, no way

That they’ll be the day you see me fallin' off, no day

Bitches thinkin' 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 playin', we can run it, we can run it run it

Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it

Bitches thinkin' it’s a game with the shit talk

Say my name, she a hunnid, you can run it, run it

Who’s that creepin' 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 fuckin' with the cutthroats

Bitches get it poppin', you can smell us from the blunt smoke

Everything is foul like the Kush with the Rasta’s

Bitches movin' 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 lookin' for me, ask about me, she a hunnid

In the city I’m a hunnid, if you want it, we can run it, hoe