Run, run, mommy's got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun
Oh my God, you better run
They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun
Know I'm dressed to kill, oh I'm gonna catch you
And when I do, there's blood all on my tracksuit
That is not my juicy couture
That is not my juicy couture
So I shot them dead in my pink velour
Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper
Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper
Put the barrel to his temple
Pistol whipped her with the handle
Oh my God, you better run, run
They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun
My best friend, what were you thinking?
Don't mean shit, said that you were drinking
Two for one, sorry but I had to
Both hands up with blood all on my tracksuit
That is not my juicy couture
That is not my juicy couture
So I shot them dead in my pink velour
Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper
Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper
Put the barrel to his temple
Pistol whipped her with the handle
Run, run, mommy's got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a gun
Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun