Sack Runna (feat. Ray Mail)

Rims pokin out like stingers
Got too much drip I'm like sprinklers
Nigga legendary like tinker

I'll get in a nigga head like ringworms
Yea u on but I think it's my team turn
She gave brain so long I'm a thinker
Rollin up strong I'm gone off reefer

Aye, look, ooooh

Aye the coupe same color Texas roadhouse cinnamon butter
Nigga I been in the gutter
Sit in the trap with a cutter
And I put that shit on my brother

Imma tell u just what I told me
Chase that money u don't need no sleep
Got the bing on me, actavis can't lean on me
I'm jalapeno heat

Mobbing down 6th street
Six deep, dead fresh six feet
Old school big body candy paint
Fifth wheel long feet
Dread head lil nigga tatted up
Gold chain, gold teeth
I been up all night getting to it
Cause the money don't sleep

1 deep Imma show creep
30 on me spit the whole thing
For the whole team on a whole bean
Jugg a nigga like a dope fiend

I been hustling since 14
And I'm gaining up bitch protein
Yea these hoez green but my dough first
Yo nigga waitin on the first
Petty hustlin tryna sell some dope
Tryna find some hope cause his money low
But I'm getting dough u can have ya hoe
I just want her throat pass her to my bro
Keep it on the low she already know
How the regal snow and how I boom the dro

I just took a stroll through the eastside
With a bag on me that got each kind
Got Platinum Kush, Got Key lime
White erkle nuts but no pecans

They wanna know why I ain't blow
I'm a artist and I'm sensitive bout my shit
All this mother fukcin paper a nigga been and spent
Sack runna I run it up make it split

I feel like Obama ridin behind this tint
Heart race when I see crown vics
I was broke then I made a splint
Ran it all up off a split

All these trees got me looking Chinese
Plus I'm ridin round with a stick
All that capping might get u hit
R.I.P underneath yo pic