Run it up i’m never running it back
Run it up i’m never running it back
Myles garret b#tch i stay with a sack
John cena you can’t see when i’m strapped
But if i up it i ain’t pullin it back
I go to war for my dowgs like i’m mike vick
Catch a bullet if we throw a pass
I like my ex b#tch
Cuz i thought she was golden but found out the treasure was trash
Hold up let’s switch a lil minute we pull up in benz’s and all of the windows is tinted
Hop out the 4 door they know that i’m smoking on good dope and my fragrance marijuana sinning
I got a b#tch who act bouji she probably won’t rock it if it ain’t designer that’s printed
Mama told me that you friends not you friend back then i ain’t get it i’m starting to get it
Start to the finish don’t give a f#ck if sh#t move like a turtle i bet i ain’t quitting
I ran it up your #ss got stuck
Know you ain’t hate me you hate that we different
She say she love me but she say i’m toxic that’s probably why i smoke drugs when i’m pissed
Her n**** nauseous she say i’m hot sh#t that’s probably why in the booth i be sizzlin’
Only three years in the game ain’t tripping on fame designer the cars or the chains
I do this sh#t for my family but if they all fail i feel like i’m the one to blame
My choppers know i won’t tell put weed on the scale but my uncle f#cking with caine
When i go cop me that big body don’t bring your b#tch by me cuz i won’t stay in my lane
Let me apologize to the industry cuz the hottest youngin’ back
I took a break from this rap sh#t n**** ain’t pass me up nah these n**** getting lapped
And know we making money smoking marijuana really could give a f#ck bout these traps
But i know i’m blessed if i come up i won’t lose it but promise i’m giving it back
To all the guys showing love to fans as they all told me i can’t
And for the fam gon keep on running up them bands tryna explain my advance
I made a tran ain’t keeping track of what i spend i blow it and get it again
Don’t spend, don’t spend what mama keep telling me mama i want some revenge
Everyday it’s givenchy and polo
You put on drip just to take you a photo
He tried to dap me up i do not know bro
N**** try stop me again that’s a no go
f#ck it we hop on his #ss like a pogo
Step with the gang only going where bro go
I fell in love with the drugs my b#tch hate when i’m high i get high when my temper get low low
I know she cheatin that’s why i got thot b#tches eating the f#ck do you think i’m a bozo
My baby spoiled she only know the word yes throw a tantrum if i tell her no no
Hotbox the 4 door but n**** already know smoke exotic ain’t smoking dro dro
Ain’t really bout it he do it for social media post it get shot like a photo
She tryna rush me b#tch i’m coming
I was just musty talking bummin
I’m buying more jeans for the summer and under amiri tee’s where i tuck it
I run up more cheese i ain’t bluffin
I met some more hoes i ain’t cuffin
My n**** blow smoke when it’s something
Them n**** post polls that ain’t nothing
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