Run It

Got a goth bitch on me and she's flexing Calvin Kleins
The tension keeps me silent while she snorting cocoa lines
Borrowed diamonds on your wrist and on your neck you're pressed for time
Now she's leaking on my floor, I find that box, I smash, it's mine
Bitch I run it up
Yeah I run it up
You flexing big bucks?
You just a lil pup
But bitch im stacking plenty
I'm ridin around in Bentleys
Since you is out to get me
Make a wish and toss a penny

You a goofy goober boy your life is such a joke
Brag about your strap but you a dike just like your hoe
Hit it from the back you know I blessed her like the pope
Pulling ak's at the range I need to test my scope

Bitch I run it up
Yeah I run it up
You flexing big bucks?
You just a lil pup
But bitch im stacking plenty
I'm ridin around in Bentleys
Since you is out to get me
Make a wish and toss a penny

Ay
Spark the blunt lets burn it
Hold the front I'm earning
Off the perc I'm percin
Front counter clerkin
Hit your bitch, she a virgin
Kill you off, I'm a surgeon
I'm my best version
Meet me face to face person
Never stop smoking
Can't be broken
Legendary just unopened
Everyone finna be my opponent
Smoking loud it's so potent
I'm a lion you a rodent
Wanna move to Poland
No pole man
Call me George Colman
Serving so much I'm the postman
Water on my neck I'm the boat man
Jesus in the robe man
Oh man
Oh man
Get the fucking pole man
Oh man

I was out serving that pack
Pull up bitch and my coupe black
Gotta whole stack hope I don't lose that
Take a move back
Nah we don't do crack
Got the Uzi got the mac
Got ur girl she a SNACK



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Writer(s): Cb13
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