Chorus:
My Lil N***a on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
 He caught him fucking on his bitch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./

My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/Fuck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil N***a/

Verse 1: My lil n***a going crazy/ like them youngin’s say they brazy/ turn ya into Patrick Swayze/ you a ghost hoe/ My lil n***a quick to snap on n***as/ photo/ they trained shooters from the birth/ n***a go mode/ A couple bodies ain't enough them n***as want more/ and me I feel like John Gotti living in the flesh/ You got an issue/ get ya pistol/ get it off ya chest/ and my lil n***as they be repping/ riding for the set/
Chorus:
My Lil N***a on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him fucking on his bitch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./

My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/Fuck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil N***a/
Verse 2: My lil n***a did a bid and ain't tell a thang/
My lil n***a thru the SIG up and let it rang/
My lil n***a moving smart so they going far/
Resuscitate a situation give it CPR/
My lil n***a hate revolvers/want the A-R/
He took the stick and swung that bitch just like a guitar/
My lil n***a smoke the weed that come out the jar/
And they might jack you just to put some rims on they’re car./

Chorus:
My Lil N***a on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him fucking on his bitch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./

My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/Fuck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil N***a/
Verse 3: If you a real lil n***a put ya hands up/
You getting money mutherfuck ‘em throw them bands up/
If you a real big homie show ya n***as something/
Don’t flex up on them all the time/ throw ya n***as something/
If you a real lil homie then pay homage n***a/
Don’t hit ya OG up with lies keep it honest with him/
If you a real big homie give ya n***as knowledge/
I salute my lil homies cuz them n***as solid/
Chorus:
My Lil N***a on the run for a couple thangs/
Them people coming asking questions told a couple names/
He caught him fucking on his bitch he had to let it bang/
I got a rollie on my wrist and rock a couple chains./

My Lil Dog on the run for a Cap/
Police looking for him he be chillin in the trap/
Say he wanna rap/but he really wanna thug/
If they ever catch him/Fuck ‘em/Middle finger to the judge/
My Lil N***a/