Yes We running down down with your Bank ya
Tote bag full of hundreds and we looking Real wavy
No You can’t hold us down down b#tch No you trippin
We Climbing up the mountain top until We f#cking make it
Kid Lord b#tch
Lost a couple feelings so I add more Change
To hard rage in my heart can not Tame
Bring bass to the speakers that it Can’t Contain
Space tweakers of the game why they Act deranged
Cutthroat don’t press your luck hoe
Death note and I’m writing with a Good flow
Quick to blow if the gas going implode
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Super sonic
Puffin chronic
Way she move that #ss hypnotic
Spit to smooth this throat iconic
Whew think I left them stunned
Ha no choice but to stunt
Yo twizzy bеtter bring that blunt
Cause b#tch you know that
Night time when we get loud
Mosh pits up in the crowd
Night time when we get loud
Mosh pits up in the crowd
Yes We running down down with your Bank ya
Tote bag full of hundreds and we looking Real wavy
No You can’t hold us down down b#tch No you trippin
We Climbing up the mountain top until We f#cking make it
Kid Lord b#tch
Like Nah b#tch you faking
You can’t even shake me
I’m Finna take you to the next world
So you can make it greatly
Like ugh
Kid lord sh#t
They mop you round the floor b#tch
Talk sh#t get your toe stitched
You Hoe b#tch get your throat slit
I’m sorry
Don’t mean to be so vulgar
We just vibing with your b#tch & we Dancing to controlla
Controlla
Someone pass me the ricola
This zaza got my throat so dry
And this bean make me wanna throw up
Yes We running down down with your bank ya
Tote bag full of hundreds and we looking Real wavy
No You can’t hold us down down b#tch No you trippin
We Climbing up the mountain top until Ee f#cking make it
Kid Lord b#tch
We creep up we tip toe
Hit you through your house windows
We roll around with Ak’s and akimbos’
Leaving around majestic symbols
Click clack and that’s the end bro
Your next trip is a casket with no g#dd#mn windows
Rooftop suite got your hoe
Yeah trying too limbo
She get real low tryna reach down to Her tiptoes
Saying if I like this position she angled
She my lil demon heaven sent archAngel
Even with them other b#tches I still Find a way to your love
And Even tho I’m left with stitches I’m Still addicted to your drugs
Crying cause I don’t do enough
Same time I still do to much
You waste time but still pulling up
From the grapevine with your crew and Thugs
Hate rhymes where they chewing mud
Dirt talk where yall boys spit dust
Windows down when we smoking Runtz
Raging out don’t call me punk
Dropped out don’t mean I flunked
We cashing out on having fun
Yes We running down down with your bank ya
Tote bag full of hundreds and we looking Real wavy
No You can’t hold us down down b#tch No you trippin
We Climbing up the mountain top until we f#cking make it
Kid Lord b#tch
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