Run

Look at 'em run

You can't catch 'em, don't even try to

The route that he takes is hard to follow

He lives for today and not tomorrow

Every move that he makes is about the dollar

And he's much to fast to catch up with

A fine piece of ass he'll snatch up quick

See the women are amazed at the size of his engine

Jealous ass niggas wanna catch him and lynch him

He don't chill, cruise or stop

They wonder if he's on pills, shrooms or what

But the boy got the rhythm, style and class

Oh and when he throw they go smile when they ask

You might as well say that he got 'em

Makin' love uptown then he dip to the bottom

To fuck over somebody, this man will

He don't pause, he don't stand still

He just...

Run

Look at 'em run

You best to get out the way when he come

You best to hide all your hoes, he'll freak 'em

He c-c-cut 'em, scr-scr-scratch 'em off his list

Put on his drawers and leave without a kiss

Switch from lane to lane

Refused to break, he straight changed the game

No need to watch him, you can't stop him

Get close range if you wanna pop him

But he'll bail out quick with the wind in his hair

Oh shit, is that him right there?

I hit the highway

6'10 ablaze

A big bad motherfucker, 24 inch blades

Pop a pill, smoke, chill, big foot for the skrill

Classic 3-51 lift, kid in the grill

Speed it up and slow down

And I'm always down to blow now

Cruisin' in a swisher and you never find me tore down

Run

Look at 'em run

Zero to fifty in 2.5

Secs as he wrecks, almost but he drives

The girls crazy with his hazy eyes

And his ride, a wing dinner, extra gravy and fries

Don't even have time for a four course meal

And if it ain't important, he ain't 'bout it for real

He's steals hearts, but he's not a thief

The way that he is give him a lot of beef

The name is Fast, Motherfuckin' Swift

Told him, he ain't the nigga to be fuckin' with

But shit, they ain't gon' listen

Until they wake up and he's gone and they panties is missin'

He'll call back

And they'll wish him well

Never kiss and tell, he give them dick and bail

And keep comin' and goin', goin', comin'

They hot on his track on his back

But he...

Run

Look at 'em run