Ryan Trey – Nowhere To Run Lyrics

Ryan Trey Nowhere To Run Lyrics

Look down on it
Look down on it
Baby, aye
Yeah, aye
Yeah, yeah, aye
Yeah, yeah
Aye

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you (yeah)
Yeah, I see something in you lil’ mama
Ice drank pouring (yeah)
Never stay around for a nigga that often
I’m just tryna talk with you (yeah)
Something seems wrong with you

Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah
There is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah
Aye-yeah
I know you want a real one, baby yeah
Is that right
You scream middle night
Girl you know I’m waiting on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain’t the only thing that feel right
You say you married, that ain’t what it look like
Look like…
All your friends are leavin’…

Swoop down on it, swoop down on it
Birthday suit, that’s your new style on it
Birthday coupé that’s a new 500
You’re too fly for me
Too fly, honey
You’re coop fly, ooh ma’
They don’t make ’em like you, I do
Get me fitted for a suit top, whoosah
Do not, don’t listen to that
Hoorah, who’s hot, who’s not, that’s weak
I saw you and told my niggas wait that’s me (me)
Saw you and they say you embracing your physique
Sorry, but I can’t help but think it was for me
She naughty, we left the party
I had to

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you (yeah)
Something seems wrong with you
Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah
There is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah
Aye-yeah
I know you want a real one, baby yeah
Is that right?
You scream middle night
Girl, you know I’m waiting on you late night
Late night
All you friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain’t the only thing that feel right
You say you married that ain’t what it look like

Aye…
Who gon’ cover the bill?
I guess I deliver man
All these drinks done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this, I’m not you, baby
Tell them other niggas I rap too crazy
Ass made a nigga do six one-eighties
Put you Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes, yeah
It’s going off in here
Black Audi to match the Audemars
I’m here with all my peers, I drip
Dolce ’til I disappear
No whip, I spend
I double ya niggas rent
I get to shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out
Pistol dressed ass too big for me to sketch it out
Why do y’all girls buy clothes if y’all gon’ strech them out
Too loud in my section, they tryna spell it out
Balcony I live, I saw you headed for the exit
And that shit gon’ leave my restless if I never make this move and tryna (swoop down)

Look down, yeah (swoop down)
You gotta look, baby
Look down (swoop down)
Look down (swoop down)
Look down
You gotta swoop down
Swoop down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah