เนื้อเพลง Run - G-Eazy

[Intro - Team Robot:]
Got my 40 in this b*tch with me
I'm next on the weed, too

[Hook x2 - Team Robot:]
Uh, we throwing b*tches off the roof
Splash! What the f*ck you gonna do?
F*ck Fox News, and f*ck you too
Crash your car into the wall and do like Mexicans do... Run!

[Verse 1 - Team Robot:]
Oh yeah, believe that's the chorus and that's how we feel
We major market rappers, you hardly local-chill!
Pause, don't meet my session while I'm blessin' this
Only option to be the f*ck with us
Know you gotta ball in this industry
Time enough good luck
We could run for the 40 now you soft taco f*cks
Drunk nights in the back of all black chauffeured trucks
Givin' b*tches straight wow time no need for lust, they know what's up
What else? Real pimp like mac on it
I'm a G like Slim and I'm pretty like Tony
If you never knew it and I think you need to know me
Tryn' to f*ck stevie wonder daughter her name Sophie (Sophia!)
Wonder (That's that b*tches name... I knew it!)

[Hook x2 - Team Robot]

[Verse 2 - G-Eazy:]
H-H-Hollywood parties at the standard
Chilling with some b*tches who just graduated Stanford
Now she's on my lap trying to be a private dancer
My girl called my phone and I accidentally answered
Oh well sh*t happens my lifestyle so f*cking random
So if you just don't give a f*ck then this your f*cking anthem
Mix blunts smoking that 40 juice provides the perfect anthem
I swear this life's a trip but yo my plane is never landing
I'm going nowhere fast but everywhere between
Say you down with the scene but you nowhere to be seen
So if we don't know you chances are you ain't the truth
Either that or Cypher throw you off the roof (ha ha ha ha)

[Hook x2 - Team Robot]

[Verse 3 - Team Robot:]
How you, how you, how you doin', Miss America?
A lesbian? Really? I'm sorry to even pressure ya
Hard ass beats, that's the sh*t that give my head a rush
They skipping people and punching kids to get ahead of us
Big booty b*tches back it up
It's Team Robot, we next to come
F*ck your feelings, we living you coming after us
Old n*ggas keep talking out the side of they mouth
Until I write a sixteen and make them come diss me
This sh*t got them so tipsy: halfway drunk, halfway pissy?
Some people born to be stars, I'm just born to make a killing
Throwin' b*tches off the building
And all that sh*t meanless, I don't give a mother f*ck
I'm just doing what I'm feelin, n*gga!

[Hook x2 - Team Robot]

[Outro - Team Robot:]
Run [x12]
Big booty b*tches back it
Run, run
Big booty b*tches back it
Big booty b*tches [x3]
Back it up
Big booty b*tches back it up [x2]
Big booty b*tches [x4]
Big booty [x9]
B*tches back... it... up...