Yeah
Whoa (whoa) whoa (whoa)
Yeah aye (yo runitupday!)
Aye (aye) yeah (run it up)
Whoa (run it up) whoa (run it up)
Yo (run it up) aye
Huh! f#ck that 50/50 yeah
Mash out thru the bity yeah
Can’t show love, no pity yeah
Buss down, hello kitty! yeah
Might buss down on dem t#tt#es! yeah
Big dawg
Richy rich
Oh yeah
Prince akeem
No semi’s here
Big chapo
Bought the semi, yeah
Motel 6
Whip dope, b#tch don’t tell
Rich off sniff, sh#t make yo nose swell
Vic got hit, bick back like oh well
Spot got hot, reach back like odell
You know me
Break bricks like scofield
Can’t jack me
Can’t ride my coat tail
Run off on thе plug
Come back like chappelе
I do dirt
On god, i won’t tell
Whole block jumpin like a yard sale
Whole lotta work straight from the cartel
Lil hoe i sell that weight
I serve them barbells
Out the mud
Yea, i do dirt
On mob, i won’t tell
What, yeah!
Whole block jumpin like a yard sale, yeah
Whole lotta work straight from the cartel
Lil hoe i sell that weight
I serve them barbells
Out the mud
Yea, i do dirt
On mob, i won’t tell
I feel like all yo sh#t stands for nothing’
I feel like i never seen defeat
I feel like the new young bumpy johnson
I feel like this life makes me complete
I can’t deal
Can’t f#ck wit all that nonsense
I feel like next rapper i see’s deceased
I pull off the lot like doc & marty
Phantom of the opera
Belly of the beast
I can’t tell the difference
Between good ‘n evil anymore
Done f#cked up all my motives
Dropped a tape
Came back like nah forreal
Cause lately i see red
While smoking on this potent
Hopefully these demons leave me ‘lone
I knew sh#t wasn’t right soon as i got in showbiz
But i still ship it
Get it
Got it swerve
Cop two ps
Then go f#ck up the burbs
Aye (aye) yeah (run it up)
Whoa (run it up) whoa (run it up)
Yeah (run it up)
Aye (run it up)
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