Goatwis - Run It Past Me (feat. Cmorg) Lyrics

C M O R G yea I'm always with the homies
I always rep honda gang
Bitches you can blow me
Everybody actin like they always f*ckin know me
Dunking on you pussies you boys below me
Running up the numbers
No you cannot pass me
Doing up the numbers
But i did this shit like last week
Switching in your lane
Like it was a track meet
Never cross my lane
If yous on the back street

Run it run it past me
Run it run it past me

Grab the pack I seize it
Run it up this season
You committed treason
We don't give no reasons
Take the pack I seize
Then I leave you wheezing

Raf Simmons on me dripping
Came thru
Bitches tripping
All up on me
Then she gripping
Kick her out
Leave her drippin
She won't leave
Shoot like I'm pippen
You almost had it
But here's your ribbon
Want advice
But she won't listen

Call me a janitor I'm cleaning you scrubs
I'm hitting the green im taking the puffs
I'm shitting on pussies I'm calling the bluffs
I f*cked on your bitch while you were just cuffed
I'm dropping the hits pull up andget stuffed
I pull up and take your bitch back for some lunch
We skip and have brunch
Said what's in that punch
Said are you capping yea
She said I'm capping crunch

Goatwis:
Yea it's goat
And I'm with cmorg
Riding in the boat
Gucci coat
On my back
And yo bitch giving me throat
I got both
Of them hoes
Boy you better hit the road
And I know
Yo ass mad cuz Global Sem selling out shows

Run it past me
Give me the bag please
I just went and spent bout fifty
On coupe with no keys
Honda gang we smoking on trees
Your bitch is on her knees
And I'm giving her that good D
This shit is not no tease yea
(It's not no tease yea)
Yea my pockets full of cheese
New watch on me everyday my wrist is Mr. Freeze