MGD

MGD - Running lyrics

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[Chorus]

Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka

Shot him anyway, motherfucker 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 fuck it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of brown

So I kick in the door and lay the motherfucker down

Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make the slightest noise

If you do motherfucker, I'm putting a six to your boys

Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka

Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play yeah

Tied up the motherfucker onto the chair

Then have thoughts of killing him, just leaving him right there

Some more niggas came in, I said fuck 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 bitch, what the fuck 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 ass thought and a light in my nose

I'm thinking of these motherfuckers 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 fuck, East Point controlling the hood

I gotta get the hell on and make my escape

But then leave the motherfuckers, got caught by the gate

[x8]

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 fuck, towards 85 South

Policed the other motherfuckers, then other motherfuckers

Trying to take me down, but I refuse to hit the ground

I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on

Before these motherfuckers 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 fucked 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 [x4]

I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on [x2]

They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G [x4]

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