Run for Cover E

We comin’, we comin’ Believe that we on We comin’, we comin’ Who coming along? We comin’, we comin’ Me and my brothers We comin’, we comin’ Run for cover mothafucka Rez boy, raised in the cut Long hair hang down to my nuts Why I ain’t never gave no fucks Real sacred bitch don’t touch I’m fly boy tinkerbell dust I don’t care if you hate my guts I smell like money, Elon musk Land Back we don’t ask for much We ever sick, need a Jack & Jill bottle Neechie got drip like gelato We stay minay, the home of the Braves We put the brave in bravado Snotty nose, snotty nose, snotty nose You would think that’s where all my money goes Living my life on them higher notes We screaming that Skoden like Vaminos Been real from the jump, no lie SNRK ‘til I die No new friends boy bye bye You a bitch doe, catch me outside For real bro you so Sci-fi I’m real rez, what’s the wifi fun guy tripping on fungi ft is what it is my guy Look, blame it on Boogey, it’s Boogey The Beat This is my anthem walking the street Savage and handsome, won’t you agree? I got it and then some, obviously Beads on my neck, red, black, white, yellow And my ring turqiose, Lamelo Fuck outta here, I got it, Carmelo I’m on a new level, make em say hello, hello We comin’, we comin’ Believe that we on We comin’, we comin’ Who coming along? We comin’, we comin’ Me and my brothers We comin’, we comin’ Run for cover mothafucka Rez dawgs, baby big screen Jiggy widdit like Métis Native bling, no AP Don’t play me fam, Kyrie Long hair, I don’t care, it’s a mess I’m a wild boy from the Wild West Make it rain with my rain dance Know I’m good in Creators hands Flicking my wrist, Logo Lillard I’m icy like middle of winter I’ve never been pick of the litter Born loser but now I’m a winner, uh Sorry not sorry I’m quick on the trigger And sorry for you that you quick to be triggered You’re pointing your finger at me And that’s three back at you boy, go figure, ouu Ooh shit! Look at me go Don’t need your blankey Cotton Eye Joe Homie don’t know me like they don’t know Bo Go big or go home neechie, I’m ‘bout to blow So I sip slow and I smoke fast Y’all sour grapes need a wine glass Do my own stunt like Jackass Y’all can never handle my Rez ass naw It is what it is, you is what I ain’t We making noise you make noise complaints Big moves with big bass Big mood big smiley face We painting pictures I’ll bring the paint Feed em lies while you feed me grapes I’m a bit behind but I’m worth the wait Be happy I came when I’m fashionably late We comin’, we comin’ Believe that we on We comin’, we comin’ Who coming along? We comin’, we comin’ Me and my brothers We comin’, we comin’ Run for cover mothafucka