Warriors
Yea yea
Right
Yea
Word
Ahhh
I think they're ready for it
Ahh yea
They waiting on us
Run for the mountains
Run through the forest
Walk through the valley
Run to the Bally
Come to the florist
Pick up the cotton
Dip in the porridge
Text my accountant
Tell him we all in
Yea
That's diesel at its best
Skinny nigger when I'm live
Put a eagle to your chest
Boom boom boom
I be with my demons in the flesh
Right
Pull up looking Deacon on a quest
Nigger fleak
Bitch I'll pull your beanie to your neck
If you ever try n forget
Don't you try me when I'm bent
Uhh
Gangsters behind me when I rep
Run in you're city throw up the set
LS Up
I'm off the ceiling that heaven sent
The sour that heavy scent
My flexing is heavy set
Right
Run for the money
Go long
Run for the president
If your present
You're money will go long
Run for it
I know they try teach us to run Forrest
The rugged they run up
Better give your ones or get one'd
One shit
Jackson and Roosevelt know the vibes
Fuck a office I need Prezzys
On paper to feel alive nigger
I pledge allegiance to me and mine
If I step in regions
Know I'm gone read and feed em a line hoe
Ahhh
I think they're ready for it
Ahh yea
They waiting on us
Run for the mountains
Run through the forest
Run through the valley
Run to the Bally
Come to the florist
Pick up the cotton
Dip in the porridge
Text my accountant
Tell him we all in
Yea
That's diesel at its best
Skinny nigger when I'm live
Put a eagle to your chest
Boom boom boom
Right
Yea
Word
Ahhh
I think they're ready for it
Ahh yea
They waiting on us
Run for the mountains
Run through the forest
Walk through the valley
Run to the Bally
Come to the florist
Pick up the cotton
Dip in the porridge
Text my accountant
Tell him we all in
Yea
That's diesel at its best
Skinny nigger when I'm live
Put a eagle to your chest
Boom boom boom
I be with my demons in the flesh
Right
Pull up looking Deacon on a quest
Nigger fleak
Bitch I'll pull your beanie to your neck
If you ever try n forget
Don't you try me when I'm bent
Uhh
Gangsters behind me when I rep
Run in you're city throw up the set
LS Up
I'm off the ceiling that heaven sent
The sour that heavy scent
My flexing is heavy set
Right
Run for the money
Go long
Run for the president
If your present
You're money will go long
Run for it
I know they try teach us to run Forrest
The rugged they run up
Better give your ones or get one'd
One shit
Jackson and Roosevelt know the vibes
Fuck a office I need Prezzys
On paper to feel alive nigger
I pledge allegiance to me and mine
If I step in regions
Know I'm gone read and feed em a line hoe
Ahhh
I think they're ready for it
Ahh yea
They waiting on us
Run for the mountains
Run through the forest
Run through the valley
Run to the Bally
Come to the florist
Pick up the cotton
Dip in the porridge
Text my accountant
Tell him we all in
Yea
That's diesel at its best
Skinny nigger when I'm live
Put a eagle to your chest
Boom boom boom
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Writer(s): Chris Stgilles
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