Stop Running (feat. DD Osama, Sugarhill Ddot, Dee Play4Keeps)

Investigation underway in Harlem after a man was stabbed to death

It happened just before 1 this morning on

West 154th Street in St. Nicholas Avenue

Authorities say officers found the man with

Multiple stab wounds to his torso and legs

His identity yet to be released and no arrests have been made

(Nah, R1SS0, this too crazy)

Nigga, what? Come here

Stop running, Woo Lotti

Where the fuck is he goin'?

Nigga, ah, ah

Notti died and they thought that was funny?

Lotti got packed the start of 2020

When I hear that sound, word to bro, that shit get me еxcited

I pray to God that we don't get indictеd

Free the bros that got caught for the— ah

I know my niggas used to hearin' them sirens

Everything changed on the night that he died

Like, they got caught by surprise

Ambushed by like six of the guys

This real life, I'm not just tryna rhyme (Come here, now look)

He was screamin' for help and he cried

When I'm spinnin' and spinnin'

I post on your block all black like Wick

We on 43rd, who wanna get hit?

Who wanna go like that fuck nigga Glen?

I throw the switch on the Glock, make him dip

I held my hand, made him ran and he flinched

This shit that I got, this shit'll make you trip

Throw forty-one shots if we run into Jenn (Ayy, come here)

I was like twelve when Woo Lotti died

Thirteen, I was smokin' on Fries

Fourteen, I was smokin' on Nazzy

It's everything dead when we creep through that side

I'm with Roscoe the G, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em

On that block, we could've caught a victim

Talkin' on Dot, yeah, the killers gon' get him

Like, no remorse, yeah, I bet we gon' get 'em

Like, oh, they think it's a game?

Like, this shit deeper than fame

Like, we bend blocks all black in the rain

Like, you get shot tryna look at my chain

He said, ah

We bend blocks like, "Woo Lotti, come here"

We chased opps down the block, let it flare

Shot in the legs, make him crawl like a bear

You hear O's on your block, you be scared

That's what happens on that block, we cause fear

So many opps that got put in the air

Woo, why you runnin'? Woo Lotti, come here (Ah)

Send a hit 'cause the bros told me that I can't slide

Like, with this thirty on me when I ride

Like, ain't no tellin', I might let off nine

If I spin two deep, me and G, you gon' die

Hold on, bro, bitch, I'm on they ass

They ain't goin' nowhere, threw a shot, nigga crashed

Can't go out like—

I seen him trip, nigga, that was his ass

Spinnin' my block wasn't part of the plan

Gee Gotti, Sha, ran on they mans

Like, like, them niggas hurtin'

G started clappin' like this shit is twerkin'

Put the G to his face, make him nervous

How you die with the heat on accident?

Matter fact, on purpose

Two O's on your block, we lurkin'

If I was there, I would've done him like Kurtis