Casanova – Don’t Run Remix Lyrics ft. Dave East & Fabulous

Casanova – Don’t Run Remix Lyrics ft. Dave East & Fabulous

Hook:
N****s try and catch me in the drop
N****s try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock “boom, boom, boom”
Now, everybody getting shot “boom boom”
N****s try and catch me in the drop
N****s try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock “boom, boom, boom”
Now, everybody getting shot “boom boom”

Chorus:
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“My watch still on me!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
They ain’t know I had the gat
F**k boy, don’t run
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“Get that n***a!”
They ain’t know I had the gun

Verse 1:
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N, this Brooklyn back at it again
If it’s a issue then we handle that
Me and my guns stick together like candle wax
No face, no chase, tied the bandana back
N****s blam at me, f**k it I’m blamming back
Get the grip with extended clip
Dare a n***a flip, you showing off
Let that .40 off, boom, tomato sauce
Those is for us, n***a, take ’em off
N***a take ’em, I want that watch
I want that chain too, thank you, that’ll be all
I be mobbing with a bunch of G’s, yo it’s Redlyfe
Highspeed dipping on the D’s, running red lights
Hop out, run in the building f*****g up a pair of dykes
No paradise, I’m in the hood like a pair of dice

Verse 2:
Y’all know what this is
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Brooklyn forever
Just keep your hands where I can see
You hear now, don’t run
You gon’ do this nice and smooth
2 times for family
Brooklyn forever

They like damn boy, you moving different
Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business
Naw dawg, I just gotta prove ’em different
But still packing like I’m in the moving business
Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different
Your boy still whipping like he in the smoothie business
Got the jamba juice right here in Obama’s roof
N****s type with me ’cause they baby momma lose
Hold up, you fuckboys ain’t get it
She got with a real one, now fuckboys can’t hit
We out here making moves, fuckboys ain’t with it
When the fam pop out, you fuckboys ain’t litty, ha
I had to call Cas, like, “Bro “What up bro?”
I heard n****s won’t book me for a watch”
He said, “Naw, it’s a Philipe for a show”
The biggest want Boogie for a watch
I guess time is money
If being’broke is a joke, y’all never find us funny
I’m on a thousand, the s**t you on is lousy
So your shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey “boom, boom, boom”

Hook:
N****s try and catch me in the drop
N****s try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock “boom, boom, boom”
Now, everybody getting shot “boom boom”
N****s try and catch me in the drop
N****s try and book me for my watch
They ain’t know I had the Glock “boom, boom, boom”
Now, everybody getting shot “boom boom”

Chorus:
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“My watch still on me!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
They ain’t know I had the gat
F**k boy, don’t run
F**k boy, don’t run
“Where you going?!”
F**k boy, don’t run
“Get that n***a!”
They ain’t know I had the gun

Verse 3:
They ain’t know I had the Sig on me
I can give a f**k about your big home
Jumping out that foreign, got your b***h on me
In all white, looking like I bust a brick open
You Frank Ocean n****s singing to men
The bouncer know how we rocking, so we bringing ’em in
Pass that juice around, got me leaning again
If I say them n****s is opps, you never see me with them
I book n****s, n****s book me, that’s gangsta
I been cut, homie tried to book me with a razor
Cripping in the G, but I’m like Tookie in the wrangler
Tonight I ain’t dancing, it’s hard to boogie with the banger, danger

Verse 4:
Yeah, yeah
Cas, I got you my n***a

N****s tried to book me for my watch
Me and Boogie in the drop, got my hoodie and my Glock
Couple years back, we was cooking cookies in the pot
I had a .30, tried 10, I was a rookie in the spot
Fast forward to now, I’m the n***a the hoes chose
Bartenders and old hoes giving me low blows
Catch me whipping the Rolls slow, maybe the Porsche go
Cuban is rose gold, dollars falling with 4 hoes
30 the game takes, you the king, I remain ace
I done ate dinner, shaked crab on the same place
Barksdale will hit high coffin
Hit your cartwheel, but I make your cart wheel ’til the tar peel
School of hard-knocks, I got knocks selling hard crills
Never cooperated, I ain’t taking the narcs’ deals
N****s gon’ and try to throw dirt if they want
But every rhyme that you hear be the verse of the month
What, Don

Verse 5:
You know where the Nets play, out in Brooklyn
Shooting n****s in broad day
Running off on the plug n***a, that’s no way
Out in Brooklyn, getting bricks from the Oyes
Two time, comma that
Brooklyn bring that money back
Try and catch me slipping in Lust
Left with a hundred pack
Shooters like a quarter back
Money long, I ordered that
You should never thought of that
Now you can’t get your daughter back

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