Runnin' S**t
Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Remember i couldnt
Even get into the club
Now i get payed
To sit in a section
I took so many Ls
Last year
Them Ls aint for loses
Them Ls for lessons
Now i head to the bank
To fill up my checkins
I do not want cash
I dont like the flexin
Got you snatchin Her phone
Cause you peeps a message
you pressin ha shit
Like who is you textin
It was days ona block
W a glock
We would get it
Stayed in them streets
When shit would
Get wicked
You know i aint 12
So i aint cuffin these bitches
Raise by the real
I dont fw these snitches
If you aint talkin
Bout money
Then No
I cant listen
Cook in stu
Like a chef
In the kitchen
I need the sack
No football
Im blitzin
Get in the way
And yo ass come up missin
Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Hop on the mic
And I give it go
She that she love me
They aint love me before
I keep a heat
Cause the streets a get cold
I use to sell
But i cant sell my soul
Switch up the flow
Like i switch up my clothes
Take one of mine
And im uppin the sco
This aint the club
But ill pull out the poles
Catchin and passin
Like i was nick foles
I gotta go get it
By any means
Yea i flexed up
And put on for the team
But i cant stop
Gotta get to this green
Yea I gotta boujee bih
Yea she bad and she mean
It was 12 o'clock
I was servin them fiends
schoolin you niggas
Like i was the dean
Kickin her out
Now she swear that im mean
Like where was you at
When i aint have a thing
Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Remember i couldnt
Even get into the club
Now i get payed
To sit in a section
I took so many Ls
Last year
Them Ls aint for loses
Them Ls for lessons
Now i head to the bank
To fill up my checkins
I do not want cash
I dont like the flexin
Got you snatchin Her phone
Cause you peeps a message
you pressin ha shit
Like who is you textin
It was days ona block
W a glock
We would get it
Stayed in them streets
When shit would
Get wicked
You know i aint 12
So i aint cuffin these bitches
Raise by the real
I dont fw these snitches
If you aint talkin
Bout money
Then No
I cant listen
Cook in stu
Like a chef
In the kitchen
I need the sack
No football
Im blitzin
Get in the way
And yo ass come up missin
Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Hop on the mic
And I give it go
She that she love me
They aint love me before
I keep a heat
Cause the streets a get cold
I use to sell
But i cant sell my soul
Switch up the flow
Like i switch up my clothes
Take one of mine
And im uppin the sco
This aint the club
But ill pull out the poles
Catchin and passin
Like i was nick foles
I gotta go get it
By any means
Yea i flexed up
And put on for the team
But i cant stop
Gotta get to this green
Yea I gotta boujee bih
Yea she bad and she mean
It was 12 o'clock
I was servin them fiends
schoolin you niggas
Like i was the dean
Kickin her out
Now she swear that im mean
Like where was you at
When i aint have a thing
Rollie buss down like yo bitch
Diamonds they hit
Nigga gone squint
When they ghlist
Girl keep snappin
These picks
Look at the way
That I
Step in these kicks
Ima keep talkin my shit
I was in the trap
I was breakin my wrist
Now im on the track
And snap like this
Remember you napped
Now im runnin shit
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Slack Ii
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