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I had to run up a bag, I remember wen da times was bad
Glock forty and a mask, take me straight to da stash
Foreign whips do dash, on da drugs but don't crash
Had to get up off my ass, i jus do dis shit for Kash
Plug jus dropped da pack off Imma sale a half a brick tonite
Yella bitches thick and pretty dats my kryptonite
Out in Denver, Von Miller. I jus run my sack up
Goin to get it; on a mission. I jus run my bag up

The block mo crocked than da cops now
Da hatin don't stop now
Homeboys, family and friends you need to watch now
Shit be crazy now
Dames dey be shady now
So I mind mine and stay strapped on a daily now
I grew up in da bricks wit hustlers and ratted chicks
Dope dealers, real killers, jackers dat hit licks
Yellow bone foreign, columbian, I'm married to her
And da streetz and money, bitch i'm also married to em
Might jus sell a brick tonight
I'm lookin like a lick tonight
A play fo three ten, bitch it's going down tonight
Two two threes on deck so don't start plex
Dem younginz clear yo whole block nigga, da whole set

I had to run up a bag, I remember wen da times was bad
Glock forty and a mask, take me straight to da stash
Foreign whips do dash, on da drugs but don't crash
Had to get up off my ass, i jus do dis shit for Kash
Plug jus dropped da pack off Imma sale a half a brick tonite
Yella bitches thick and pretty dats my kryptonite
Out in Denver, Von Miller. I jus run my sack up
Goin to get it; on a mission. I jus run my bag up

Gettin money take care of my son
Hit BIG LO$ if u need it done
Trappin all day to run up da funds
Neyo all black bitch im da one
Look at my bitch u can't find no flaws
Sundress she ain't got on no draws
Pull up to da spot u don't gotta call
Stay down den go buy up da mall
Dat nigga cake, I'm goin to get it
I don't need no back-up
Macho mannin on dese niggas flexin lik a wrestler
Ninty three in smokin pressure
Probably fucked but I don't memba
Talkin shit dat forty bless em, leave his dashboard messy
She pick up da pack and go straight to da spot
Imma be rich wether u lik it or not
Started wit shit now I got me a lot
Trap out da bricks and go home wit a knot
In da kitchen call me top chef I'm cookin crack up
Everything I do for Kash I jus run my bag up

I had to run up a bag, I remember wen da times was bad
Glock forty and a mask, take me straight to da stash
Foreign whips do dash, on da drugs but don't crash
Had to get up off my ass, i jus do dis shit for Kash
Plug jus dropped da pack off Imma sale a half a brick tonite
Yella bitches thick and pretty dats my kryptonite
Out in Denver, Von Miller. I jus run my sack up
Goin to get it; on a mission. I jus run my bag up

7:45 in traffic
Tryna get to da money
Ya'll steady fuckin off da money
We steady runnin up dem commas
Mixing drank wit da big blue
Foreign whips when we come through
Plug from Cali bout to come through
Made a hunnid off dog food
Run da streetz like an athlete
We compressed da bricks, now dey dirt cheap
Yellow bitch, she my kryptonight
Stuff dat pussy while we ridin Pike
I'm tryna get to da gas
The forty came wit a vest and a mask
I'll blow your hip off
Al Capone, i'll make you get spit off
You'll know when I pull up
Da suace gone drip when da feet up
My chocolate bitch she gutta
I can get you touched just bye fuckin her
BIG LO$ just called, dem thangs done touched down
So you know i'm on da way
I'm like Phil Jackson wit dis shit mane i'm steady making plays

I had to run up a bag, I remember wen da times was bad
Glock forty and a mask, take me straight to da stash
Foreign whips do dash, on da drugs but don't crash
Had to get up off my ass, i jus do dis shit for Kash
Plug jus dropped da pack off Imma sale a half a brick tonite
Yella bitches thick and pretty dats my kryptonite
Out in Denver, Von Miller. I jus run my sack up
Goin to get it; on a mission. I jus run my bag up



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Writer(s): Karlos Richardson
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