Run it in

run it in uh im on the field coach telling me to run it in coach you dont know me your last name long but bitch ill still hit you like your a bong I dont care if you play QB because this is all me I dont do this shit for free uh, im not here to boast im just here to toast when I grow up ill be touring from coast to coast you know me ill be eating toast everyday yeah it'll be a payday imma kill yo ass using a melee not talking a bayblade I be running it in they dont ever see me coming i be running I cant fumble a baddie because she wants to call me daddy I tell her only if she gives me an addy then im all happy uh coach telling me to run it in Im not doing this shit for fun you fuck with me ill pull you my glock its been through alot I never even thought id be so big people would tell me to kill myself their just mad im bigger ill stand over then with a finger over the trigger like a drink ill pack a punch in your liver I be fighting like my last name is Tyson I be running it in like im a bison this isn't Tyson chicken Im fighting and winning they knew all of this shit from the beginning uh, coach telling me to run it in its not that hard i be swaying like a blade i wont exept no trades living the fast life all deals are final but im not in denial all fights are final uh winning states I might just break your bank im a fucking tank walk in that bitch hitting the cele tell my bitch to turn on the telly man turn that shit off and let's listen to melly, I dont even fuck with your bitch shes too smelly im eating like its a deli uh, run it in what if I gun you down like my fit your not that tough I like to see you act big and buff then get beat down but a fella half your size im a cracka but I got some homies who be blacka I be running it in like im under attacka no cap no lies your bitch love me dont even test the lines these lines to expensive for you im talking coke