[Intro]
(Now, you will all die)
I've wanted the money, I don’t give a fuck
Pushin' my agenda until I can front
I've been so open, I know that you’re coping
With nothing but butter, so fuckin' look up (What?)
Fuck anybody goin' to the door
Fuck it, I'ma end 'em with a blade, so don't
I don't wanna play for a little fame
Motherfuckers shit and they wanna rage

[Chorus]
R-R-Run it like fuck a pace (Ayy)
Turn a third weight (Yeah)
I don't got no time for bullshit (Fuck, fuck)
Bullshit gotta wait (Fuck, fuck)
R-R-Run it like fuck a pace (Ayy)
Turn a third weight (Yeah)
I don’t got no time for bullshit (Fuck, fuck)
Bullshit gotta wait (Fuck, fuck)

[Verse 1]
Don’t make me tuck you, Dave (Wait, who the fuck is Dave?)
That's my gun, my .223, it’ll probably end your day
Turn that fire up, if you make a shot though (Though—though)
Fuck you and your mother, step on your brother (Brother—ther—ther)
I could say some fuckin' bullshit, when it's finally you will eat it up
Might be Michael Jackson with the way I really beat it up
Heat it up, cookin' up some crack, it really keep me up
Me and bro, actin’ like you didn't really speed it up
[Bridge]
I-I-I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol, when I'm pissed off

[Verse 3]
Fuck everybody that acts as if they're funny
But where is the fun when you're up on the stage?
They wanna be envied, I wanna be petty
I'm pointing this 9 millimeter into his face
I'm switchin' the pace (That shit made my day)
I wanna get paid (They might be sauced)
They wanna be fake (They wanna be fake?)
They wanna be fake, I want 'em to talk

[Chorus]
R-R-Run it like fuck a pace (Ayy)
Turn a third weight (Yeah)
I don't got no time for bullshit (Fuck, fuck)
Bullshit gotta wait (Fuck, fuck)
R-R-Run it like fuck a pace (Ayy)
Turn a third weight (Yeah)
I don't got no time for bullshit (Fuck, fuck)
Bullshit gotta wait (Fuck, fuck)