[Hook] So keep on running Yeah bitches better keep on running Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Webby's off hook like where your house phone at And I'm bouncing back Double click and get your mouse attached High with a pound of grass it's that CT dude back to spit word game so accurate Last quit, first start got soldier's heart Back to spark with a bag of piff So choke a ho or smack a bitch I don't give a mother fuck be mad at this I'll still be right here rapping shit Sag my pants and I grab my dick Scandalous, cancerous because the flow to sick can't handle that Man of myth I can't answer this, but everybody hearing this ran it back Tracks on tracks on tracks like you pro two sessions stacked Spittin' it ill with a vision to kill any mother fucker that will step in my path, yea That's just how webby be flowing, doper than ever Hoping to sever the heads of my enemies leaving their face on the ground then I tell 'em to hold it together Sober? never rarely at most hittin that blunt till it's barely a roach But I'm MVP in the whole north-east pass me the rock and I'll carry it coach Brag and boast yeah I'm nice but shit you mother fuckers all knew that right? See was good when I grab that mic Polar flow, cold as ice
[Hook] So keep on running Yeah bitches better keep on running Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seek
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Bitch I'm gonna find you like it's hide N seek Grindin y'all just grind your teeth Listen to and follow my directions like when Simon speaks Simon says go fuck yourself Webb spit a flow that'll be tough as hell in a gun fight with a knife out duckin' shell's like Mario cart so tell Everybody know that I'm back bitch straight jacket With a xanex tablet and wash it down with the draino that's in the back of my cabinet This is maddness no this is sparta who rippin it harder Pick it apart with my butcher knife herd these pigs to the slaughter Oh my God let's go retarded politically incorrect with it So sick that I got 'em puking and spitting up like the exorcist I'm maximus mixed in with a little sparticus too And the mic is like my sword that I use for carvin 'em through So what that means is when I'm in the booth I'm harder than you So keep on running mother fucker cause I'm charging for you You see my time is now, your time is not All I do is grind a lot, lemme count to ten Now you should go and find a hiding spot
[Hook] So keep on running Yeah bitches better keep on running Muh' fuckers out there are scared so keep on running But you know I'm gonna find you like it's hide n seekTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
