Running lyrics

Artist  : Mgd 
Song : Running



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[Chorus]
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherf**ker I don't play
They in the woods with clubs and candles
understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles
understand G
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking

I got a mission to six to hook up with some
tricks
Them hoes wanna help out a nigga on his spliff
So I pull up at the hotel room with no guilt
Thinking if I'm gone get away or if I'm gone get
kilt
But f**k it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of
brown
So I kick in the door and lay the motherf**ker
down
Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make the
slightest noise
If you do motherf**ker, I'm putting a six to your
boys
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherf**ker I don't play yeah
Tied up the motherf**ker onto the chair
Then have thoughts of killing him, just leaving
him right there
Some more niggas came in, I said f**k it, lets
fiend him
Pop the nigga in the chair and then I ran with
the caprice
Now I'm on the run, straight up I gotta go
Through the window and then I fell with the hoes

[Chorus]

Now I'm riding with these two hoes thinkin that
I'm stuck
Then they pull to the side and they ask for they
cut
Now ain't this a bit*h, what the f**k I'm gone do
I got the gat from the back and I bust them hoes
too
Took them out in the field, headed to my niggas
house
I got blood into the seat, dippin to the south
And I hope I don't run into College Park or East
Point
 
Couldn't pick up no wealth, but I got papers for
a joint
Then I ride east and made a right on Washington
Road
I caught a wicked as* thought and a light in my
nose
I'm thinking of these motherf**kers that used to
be down with me
They in the woods with clubs and candles
understand G
So I crept on in, and caught the niggas sleeping
good
What the f**k, East Point controlling the hood
I gotta get the hell on and make my escape
But then leave the motherf**kers, got caught by
the gate

[*repeat 8X*]
They in the woods with clubs and candles
understand G

At the apartments, I'm headed for the highway
I got plenty faith in this shit, it's going my
way
I was laid back, cooling, like I went to
Missourch??
Outside were the boys of the niggas that I jacked
there first
I made a left, the hell on with a joint in my
mouth
I'm rolling fast as f**k, towards 85 South
Policed the other motherf**kers, then other
motherf**kers
Trying to take me down, but I refuse to hit the
ground
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Before these motherf**kers try to take me up in
the zone
I got herbs and curbs everywhere, I should be
bendin
I got a feeling it's gonna be a f**ked up ending
I got a flat, my chins broke with all these foes
behind me
Only thought in my mind was to get the nine G
I got up out the car with the gat but have my
back
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin

[*repeat until fade*]
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin
{*4X*}
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
{*2X*}
They in the woods with clubs and candles
understand G {*4X*}