Running Up That Hill

Do you wanna feel how it feels (yeah, yeah, yo) Do you wanna know know that it doesn't hurt me (Ooh Sav killed it) If I only could I'd make a deal with god And I'd get him to swap our places (like) Be runnin up that road (yap, yap, yap) Man these niggas cap they never spin they opps Nigga tried to run turned around and got shot Oh he posted with them niggas fuck it we gon get em popped Thought he wasn't gon die till niggas hit em in his top Like, 40 gang the team we really got this shit on lock If he talkin on the gang then fuck it we gon spin his block How the fuck you a shooter you don't even own a knock If he try to push up on me Imma get that nigga rocked Like, what Imma flock em make that nigga jump Oh he reachin for that G then fuck it we gon leave em stuck Put a switchie on a glizzy hear that fttt you better duck Man I thought that you was tough lil nigga why you run? Like, every time we bend these niggas blocks they not around Nigga think I'm lackin fuck it he gon catch a round I can do this shit alone I don't need no fuckin crowd Can't go out like shh man that nigga was a child And these niggas still ain't never go get back Half you niggas clickin up just to push it in y'all tracks How the fuck is you a killer you ain't never make a pack? Bet he ain't gettin too far with a dot up on his back Like, oh he wanna drop my 4 we slidin where you live Spinnin through that hood tryna hit a nigga wig Fuck it do em like boul who got lined by a bitch Y'all ain't know that niggas die just for thinkin with they dick huh? He ain't a shooter he be chattin like a bitch He got shot in the leg why the fuck he tryna diss? Brodie hop up out that cut with that shh gon make em twitch Man I thought you was a chaser when you seen us why you dip? And I don't spin in no V cause I can do this shit on feet Ain't nobody outside it's just me and my G Niggas fanned out dissin on the net he think it's sweet Till them ooters get up on em now he fast up on his feet He was dissin on the gram and now this nigga in a song Brodie finna hop up out that V and get em gone Oh he lackin on that block hope that nigga can perform He ain't did shit for his block how the fuck he puttin on? And I swear that all these niggas doin bad I been tryna chill I guess that they want me to black Lil bro tryna walk em down and make another hat He just tote it in them pictures he ain't never shoot that strap Like, no goose you hear that baow you better duck And I'm aiming straight for heads nigga do not test ya luck If the pole jam up we gon beat em with the gun Don't you let me up it first worda bro that nigga fucked Put a beam on his back let's see how fast that boy can run Try to push up on me Imma turn em into runtz They keep talkin bout hits but can't tell us who they touched Nigga thought he was a shooter now he shootin in this blunt Like, Imma get up close just to show em how I'm feelin Every time I'm on that block man I be feelin like a villain Nigga thought that he could run and now he stumblin and trippin New opp in the air I know that all his niggas miss em Big 40 shit nigga