Lil Runner (feat. TMS Shaio & 917 Rackz)

I said my body different
Hop in the foreign it's me and the guys we drifting
Tell Nutt hit him up lift him
These hollows is touching his system
That boy talkin' hot like some grabba so spliff him
She going dumb giving head in the sprinter
She wallin' get blocked I ain't tryna be with her
I get the guap
Play with these band like monopoly
Rack it up stack it like Tetris
She like when I choke her
Ain't talking no necklace
But after she suck me up pass her a breath mint
And kick me the Chevy Or TD
These niggas be all on the gram tryna be me
Feel like John Cena these niggas can't see me
They be eyeing my stats but soon see me on TV
I got the 30s inside of the choppa
It's finna go dumb
I'm spinning his block in the middle of night
That boy better run
Or he could get clapped up
And put on the citizen app
I tell my ooters go make a movie
Make sure it's action packed

I keep a chop for real
I know you not for real
Rackz and Shaio super tact
Mayo her back
That's really my nut for real
Make 2k like Ronny
Smoke on yo ass like Bronny
I'm really a playmaking build
You don't make plays for real
Shooters Rodger and they airing the field
Chop his top off call me Rackz the rabbi
Bitch that circumcision
I make no decisions when I shoot shit
Aim for his rim it go right through his hoop bitch
I got the work like a class
Ain't no group work shit
Don't wanna die Imma shoot first bitch
Don't wanna ride watch the coupe work bitch
Don't wanna slide cause my whoops hurt shit

Hello Ricky lil runner
It's drip season I'm feeling like Gunna
CC had to get it out the gutter
Sometimes I can't sleep at night
That's just the pressure I'm under
I get to the bread mama
Ion need no lover
Every time out I get a bankroll
I can't cap
Kangol
I can't go
Push start the vehicle can't make it go
Bad hoe I think she from Jamaica tho
Smoking exos this is super dro
I be coming on on your bitch speaker phone
I seen him in public I up the chop that lil boy froze
He think I'm bluffing with this 30
Until this heating blow
These hollow tips will hit your top
And make your head explode
And now his top is gone
God dammit boy his top is gone
And now they see me in the street
And I don't know what they on
And now he talking to me now
But he gone watch his tone
I would tell you what happened after
But I can't put that shit in no song