Penguins On The Run*

(Intro: Capital Scratch)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

(Verse 1: Capital Scratch)
Penguins on the run
CS with the gun
We ain't having fun
I'm looking for a hun, (Hunnid Bucks)
I be waiting at the line, just looking for some time me and my 69
Chevelle

(Hook: Def Doom)
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block

(Verse 2: Young Clip)
I'm Young Clip, Got brown eyes
I see out my third eye, Even though I have 2 eyes
I make big money, You may wonder Do I?
Yes I do, Spend it all on shoes
And nice jackets, Clothes and sometimes Jordan 12 Flu's
With Def Doom, He the homie
I'm gonna blow up you should already know me
Got big money, Show me, I bet you talking Baloney
Fuck with me and I shoot you homie
Diamonds shining like it's wet (Yuh)
That's mainly cause my jumpers always wet (Yuh)
Young Clip the best yet

(Hook: Def Doom)
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block

(Bridge: Timofay & Def Doom)
Penguins on the run (Running, Yeah, Ayy)
Penguins on the run
Glock on my mom
I don't stop for long
Less I'm reloading, Yah (Skrt, Skrt)

(Hook: Def Doom)
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block

(Verse 3: Capital Scratch & Timofay)
We are just brapping, me and my bro Timmy
We going for the start but he really needed to fart
So I let him out and then he took a shart, (Hey, Hey)
When we got moving we pulled up to a stop
He hopped out and then pulled out a dart
Sitting with him was Bart (Traumatized)

(Verse 4: Timofay)
My homies the penguins took some Baguettes
Well I tell the popo, Lest We Forget
We shall let them off the hook this time
Because between Love and Hate is a thin line
I feel like a lion, I'm coming at you roar
Apple to the core, I'm poor, Want War, I'm at your door
Get on the floor, Or I'll shoot some more
Yeah I did shart with Bart
And I fart in the shower
But my career out here blooming like a flower
I will disappear like money on the counter
That is your Girlfriend I don't count her
She ain't real enough, I think she fake
I think you payed her, That just makes my day
I know you played her, Everything OK?
Is you Okidoki Rollie Pollie Ollie
I got a Rollie, It keeps me warm with my cold feet
I got Gold Chains, Gold Teeth and some Gold on my feet
I think I have Hypothermia, World is Microorganisms Panspermia
I had a math test, Counting sucks
Unless I'm with my brothers counting Bucks
Or if I'm with my Mother Counting drugs
Hid them in the juice jug, Pop em in 15 Seconds like a Chug Jug
You a lil' Slug Bug
It kinda bugs me, You think your famous
I don't think I know what your name is
I got money in my teeth, I spend the grocery money on my feet
I think I might have overdone it, With nothing else to do I did
But I love it
I hope you know I Takeoff on the Offset people
Me and Quavo stopping the evil
I'm not a Libra
I'm a Gemini, With 2 eyes and an imagination of stunts
Evel Knievel
I'm out hope you like me now
I rep the set, Represent, That's what I'm about
I speak my mind out loud
I don't have time to be a clown
Now I'm Out
Peace, (Skrt, Skrt)

(Hook: Def Doom)
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block

(Verse 5: H-Grip)
Your girl rock that body
I'm like Gotti
I don't need a shotty, Knock you out like Rocky (Pow, Pow)
Yeah, I'm kinda cocky
You can't stop me, You can't drop me, You can't pop me
Your girl giving top to me
When I blow up I will put Sunderland on the map
Just like Spongebob did the Krusty Krab
It ain't bad, I'm your sons dad
It's kinda sad, You look that bad
I'm gonna start a war, I like Jay-Z's album 444
Now, Your girl can't take no more (Woo, Woo)
I'm gonna come up from nothing
I'm gonna turn into something
It's all Sleep, Eat, Work
Do it everyday
Put it on repeat
That's the only way
In the Studio writing, My dogs always biting
Don't be an intruder, Or we'll get to fighting
Always playing hockey, Smokin' on that Broccoli
My boy out here popping some pocky
Came back from the criticism, Now I'm winning
Came back from the hate, I do it everyday
Everyone doubting me telling me get Clout
I tell them I got some so what they bugging me about
Its some big poles I tote
Well I'm a poet, Hope you find inspiration from my quotes
H-Grip lemonade by the campfire
I bring the static to electricity that's a damn wire
Out! (YEAH!)

(Hook: Def Doom)
Penguins on the run
Stole a baguette, Bunch a chumps
We lookin for the gun, Me, Timmy and the hun
Hanging with CS and YC at Game 1
We running from the cops
We won't ever stop
Whipping out the Glock, Chilling on the block

(Verse 6: YG Kenyen)
Penguins On The Run, But i'm armed
So I might chop off their arms
YG came up, I'm OG
Born in 05 not 03
YG in the building
Spitting like i'm killing
Dropping all these bars if I were in jail they would melt
I'm so hot it's like i'm from hell
Versace, Vuitton, Gucci on my belt
Shining in the dark, Shine bright like a big bell
That's some big money
No one can take it from me
Always riding with the homies'
Tired of groupies pretending to know me
Tryna' use me for my fame, Even though no one knows my name
Glock on me I got good aim
Boy, Me and you ain't the same
I've worked this hard, Not blown up yet
But I know it will happen, I bet
I'm coming to the top like Drake but I'm the new best

(Verse 7: Big M & Young Clip)
I'm spitting fire, I'm like a live wire
Your a liar, But i'm open for hire
I'm the one your kids admire
But i'm a hit man, I'll hit you man
Get in my van or I'll give you the death ban (Yeah, Yeah)
Ok let's go, Hmm
I'm killing all these scrubs, Hide them in them in the tubs
Or in the floor, You got no girl cause your a whore
I come up to your house knocking on the door
Leave you on the floor, All bloody and sore
I teach em while their young, Give them their first gun
Tell them how to run, Give them Six Hundred
Now I have my own bed, Ignore them when their dead
Shoot them in the head, I used up all my lead
Big M's bank account's never dead
I'm always getting head, I gave them too many med's
While i'm shooting all the ped's
I'm out, I'm the one your kids look up to
But when you say no I say fuck you
You don't control them, If they want to go just let them
But if you want them to stay go get them
Kick it up a notch
Yeah, Yeah let's go
Cause I feel like i'm running from the cops
You bitches know I won't ever stop
When they try to chase me all they do is flop
Also when the pigs are chasing me I shoot them down
I put them Six Feet in the ground
Don't fuck with me cause I'm the king I wear a crown
And lots of bling (Ding, Ding)
That's my maid, Everyday I get laid
But no one gets paid (Woo)