Loe Shimmy On The Run (2024 Remastered)
[Intro]
Oh
(We done killed that boy beat, Vince, I ain't gon' lie, he dead)
Oh
Ohhhhh
(Uh, Uh)
Ohhhhhh
(Uh, Uh, Uh)
[Hook]
That Louie V trench coat hold my stick
It hold my gun
(Hold my gun)
That Louie V trench coat hold my stick
It hold my gun
(Shit get sticky)
That Louie V trench coat hold my stick
It hold my gun
(Hold my glizzy)
That Louie V trench coat hold my stick
It hold my gun
(Shit get sticky)
My P.O violate me
I'm in the O
I'm on the run
My P.O violate me
I'm in the O
I'm on the run
Might grab that dirty choppa and spin a benz
I step for fun
Might grab that dirty choppa and spin a benz
I step for fun
[Verse]
"He just be singing, he won't spin", I'm not the one
I suffer paranoia I can't leave without my drum
(Uh)
Bag up the pack
Don't hit the trap if you ain't tryna purchase
Get on this bеat here with a purpose
See him do him worthlеss
Man f..ck this rap shit
Play with pigeons, chickens just like churches
Spent 80 bands on lil sis lawyer I can't buy you birkins
Sliding in that Maybach broke ass hell behind them curtains
Eat me while I lay back
Bout to OD off a perky
(Uh)
That dirty drum on me
I squeeze that bitch don't leave a crumb
They spin a benz
I'm hitting back
Bitch I ain't never run
That PH balance healthy
Eat lil mama til she cum
Me and Sosa posted selling doggy til we see the sun
What would you do if you was me?
Go stretch a brick of fetty turn into three
(Turn to three)
He play, knock off his top and toss him in the sea
(Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow)
Everything i'm saying off the head I put that on my Z
(Uhhhhh)
No I can't make this up
If you got time to do it
Grab them shells and rake them up
(On God)
And put that glizzy in the dirt after you break it up
(On God)
Ain't good at story telling
Don't know what i'm making up
(What i'm making up)
Somehow i'm parasailing power always take me up
(Uhhhhh)
Got my stick in my hand when I walk out the door might be plotting and waiting on me
I just lay with my chopper and boot up some more every time that feeling lonely
I post up on the stro ain't worried bout a soul cause I know i'm a go like tony
Selling dope out a hoe gotta run up some more
Boy I do this shit for Lil Romey
(Uh, Uh)
Hit the road once I pack them in
Clutching hard as a bitch while I'm backing in
I'm a blitz on repeat
Boy they O line so weak
Why you think we keep sacking them?
Got this shit from the dirt
I blow racks when i'm hurt
Why you think I keep stacking them
[Outro]
Uhhhhh
Ohhhhh
(Uh, Uh)
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
(Uh, Uh)
Ohhhhh
