Sprint

I see you peekin
I peek through the window
I get them racks
They lay under my pillow
Might think you somebody
I dont not feel it
You is a opp
Im a gorilla
Watchin it pop
Hoe get familiar
I got a mop
I get the drillin
Bussin your top
Hittin dimensions
I cannot stop
Get out your feelings, bitch

Run around, run around
Run around, buss it down
Buss it down
I run a sprint
100 round, 100 pound
Run it down, run it down
Two seater only you and your friend

Im doing voodoo
Im bussin your noodle
We let if roof
This aint no poodle
Go through the roof
Lean out the dually
Sending them clips while you runnin im letting it rip
Pussy refreshing it tasting like mint
She trynna fuck
She getting the hint
Im trynna pluck
I cannot miss
Cop me a cooler
Put it on my wrist
Flooded baguettey
My neck and my arm
Bussin confetti
I look like a don
Leave em spaghetti
My money too long
The angels is with me
Dont get em alarmed
Gimme some space
I ride with the K
Aint getting money
Then we cant get along
I did it right
You did it wrong
Up and all night, I'm grabbing her thong

Run around, run around
Run around, buss it down
Buss it down
I run a sprint
100 round, 100 pound
Run it down, run it down
Two seater only you and your friend

I run a sprint fresh out the gate
We get the squeezing
Leave you lemonade
Leave you in pieces
Leave it for the maid
Cuban my link
We switching doors
Im hard of hearing
Cant hear you no more
Yall not what im fearing
Im letting it blow
G63 and it came with the toes
Fucking wit me better come with them O's
Hit em like pink
Nigga what else would you think?
I pulling up in a brinks
Rover the jeep
Strapped up, I'm rolled, and I'm geeked
Hit the floor before a nigga blink



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Writer(s): Terrell Anthony Scott
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