RUNAWAY SLAVE

Fuck is you saying
Fuck is you saying
We hopped out on that boi and I bet you he ran
I'm so hot in these streets I might get me a tan
Fuck is you saying
Fuck is you saying
Make it hot in these streets we don't fuck with police
I still ride with the strap on the passenger seat

Can't go broke for bitches
He got hit up wasn't minding his business
I take a pint out the fridge and I'm still gonna kiss it
You know Spillgod still stuck in the trap that's no Kizzy
I'ma just get to the money like undelay
Know I need big big racks
That's everyday
All I do is trap trap trap
That's everyday
And I can't cap wouldn't have it no other way
And you ain't talking no money got the other way
Remember them nights I was down now it's up today
Niggas be leeching they tryin catch up today
I got them spillers outside you can't make a play
Nigga I up it I bet you gonn run away
All a these chains on my neck like a runaway
I got them demons outside you can't runaway
And you ain't shooting that boi put that gun away
I just beat up the block do it everyday
Spillgod shit I'm a heavyweight
I get it done I don't hesitate
Spillgod shit let it penetrate

I don't trust hoes I don't need em
I'm on perc and pure codeine'n
Spillgod drop that
They be feening
All these racks I can't believe it
He a bitch ass nigga I seen it
He be talking to police'es
Rick Owens stepping ain't got no creases
Get to the bag I just increase it

I don't trust hoes I don't need em
I'm on perc and pure codeine'n
Spillgod drop that
They be feening
All these racks I can't believe it
He a bitch ass nigga I seen it
He be talking to police'es
Rick Owens stepping ain't got no creases
Get to the bag I just increase it



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Writer(s): Carl - Henry Francois
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