Foolio “Run Down” FT Rico Cartel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Foolio “Run Down” Ft. Rico Cartel

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Lyrics:
Hunnid plus hunnid, five plus twenty
'Member touched my first quarter million
Rest up Nipsey, sixty times sixty
I ain’t been dead broke in a minute, n***, on gang
(What's the word, C4?)
Y'know, money bring power, (6) Power bring ammunition, (Wop, what it is, nigga?), ammunition bring gun smoke. You n**** know what the f*** goin’ on. (From Duval to the O, from the O to Duval)

White 1s, chrome heart, all blue hunnids (6)
Fentanyl stepper, dog food for the junkies ([?]) (Yah)
Stolen car slidin', they ain't even see me comin' (skrt) (Come on)
Pass the Glock to Wop, brrrrrah, he get to dumpin' (Yah)

Come on, white, chrome heart, pink fifty, bluе hunnid, yah (Come on)
Never duckin' smokе, me and my n**** be ready to run it (Yahh, come on)
I'm with the mafia, the mafia bring coffins out (Come on, come on)
We stand on murder business, you know what we talkin' ’bout (Aye, yah yah)

Bend a nigga block, all black truck (Rrrah)
Hunnid sum shots, n*** better duck
[?], stay in the cut (6)
Headshot gang, nigga, that’s us (Rrrah)
Snuck my .32 in the club, uh, light his block up, bulb (Rrrah)
Baguette chain cost a 30 piece, and my Cartier cost a dub (20)
N*** be trippin', dissin’, better not put my name inside they rap (Name inside they rap)
That'll be the quickest way to get a n*** turned into a pack (Turned into a pack)
They say I'm trippin', I done brought my blicky all up in the club (All inside the club)
I think my money finger be itchin’, I just counted me a dub

N**** be trippin', speakin' on me (Ha)
Bustdown Cuban match my teeth (Bust)
Got a new Jwet, I'm so glee (Jwet)
Niggas get shot (Glee), dissin' on me (Glee)
Niggas be trippin', cuffin' these hoes (6)
Dub on his head, book him for a show (Damn)
Duval County way to the O (6)
Shooters on shooters (O), they be on go (Yeah)
Hunnid plus hunnid, five plus twenty
'Member touched my first quarter million
Rest up Nipsey, sixty times sixty
I ain't been dead broke in a minute

Yeah, my young n***, he run down, when he run down on aim (He run down on aim)
You gon' lose ya life the day you think 'bout touchin' one of these chains (You think 'bout touchin' one of these chains)
Imma karate kick these VVs 'round my neck, them bitches kickin' (Yeah, them b*** kickin')
I can't play the police game, put no rapper in my mentions (Put no rapper in my mentions)
These n**** be bitches for real
Some of my n**** be itchin' for kills (Come on, come on)
Some of my n**** be itchin' on pills
Had rank before the deal (Yah, come on)
At night, can't watch me cook up (Come on, come on)
On the road doin' shows, I'm booked up (Come on, come on)
Free my dawg off the road, doin' pushups (Yah)
On fam, I ain't throwin' no hood up (Come on, come on)
(I was up 6 figures by 20, heh)
(diss on Dre block, we spinnin', gang)



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