Songtext:
Verse 1 (Klear J): Klebefolie Auto They’ll never take me alive/ Fuck that shit cause I was never alive/ Always gone of that dro’, drunk, ride til I die/ Gotta heater by my side, .22 if they test me/ To see the lord when they die might be they very next blessing/ Now the police tailing me/ Bitches checking my tag/ So I dash on’em, cause I don’t like being harassed/ I got some shit off in my trunk that if they found out I had/ Under the jailhouse is where they’d probably bury my ass/ I got nothing to lose, but then I got a lot to prove/ That I’m a soldier bitch, fuck what happen back in the school/ He still on my man, I ain’t got nothing to do/ I got my CB on so I can hear the bitch in this fool/ (We got a high speed chase, 20 that a 10-4/ A suspect of a murder, 20 cut him off at the store)/ I’m on 431, I gotta find the quickest back road/ (Oh, he a black man, we got another one Jeffro)/ I hit a right, a left, a right, I’m swerving just to lose’em/ Call up my decoy ‘round the way, I need something to do’em/ (He hitting right and left so fast that I’m ‘bout to lose’em/ He must have traded cars, I think we may have lost him/ Screw’em)/ I got away and that was nothing but a fast break/ I’m wanted now, and I ain’t trying to go upstate/ My breezy called me up, said that she wanted to fuck/ Got in the truck and hit the road to go and pick her up…
Chorus (LoKal): I’m on the run, EPD tried to get me a case/ But I be damn, cause they ain’t catching me today/ I’ma hit my fucking spot and go and get blunted/ So now they label me as Alabama’s Most Wanted… (Repeated 2X)
Verse 2 (LoKal): I bust six nigga, I’m out this motherfucker for show/ I burn the tires, the rubber for show/ It’s off the heez homeboy, you can’t catch me/ The EPD, yeah they got a nigga on the run you see/ But I’ma break lose and break lose fast nigga/ I’ma turn around and shoot to blast/ Cause I ain’t trying to get caught homeboy, you can’t see/ I got five motherfucker, in the jail to see (huh)/ And if you want, to see me/ You gone have to come to, the motherfucking hood to catch me nigga/ I’m at the hide out, I’m with my cus, we chillin’ dude/ We drinkin’ Bud Light and it’s off the chain dude/ We gonna still make our money, and that for show/ We can’t let them po-po scare us for show/ We some hard hitting, head bussing motherfucker/ And if you run up, you gone get caught nigga…
Chorus (Repeated 2x)
Verse 3 (Klear J and LoKal): They say I dash like the fucking Olympic nigga/ When it comes to them cops/ They got them dogs after me, but look I can’t be stopped/ Got my nine ‘bout to bust nigga, give me my props/ Nigga chasing after me, like I’m gone straight hot/ Like I’m gone straight flop/ Give myself up for a nigga/ Hell Naw motherfucker, I’ma buck on a nigga/ Turn around and dash these nines out/ Bust straight like that, then empty my whole clout/ Nigga that’s what I’m ‘bout/ Yeah nigga I got your back/ And if them laws come nigga, I got your back/ Cause we gone buck just like that/ We soldiers for show/ We ain’t giving up shit, nigga we taking clout for show/ I want my money off top and that for show/ And if them dogs come nigga/ We burn ya’ for show/ Cause them laws on our ass/ The got us on the run/ America’s Most Wanted/ They got us on the run…
