ITACHI (feat. midwxst)
Rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up
But my demons still haunt me (Fah, fah)
Hey, whoa
Yeah
Hey, hey, whoa
Slide, slide
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Runnin' around (Ayy)
(Fah, fah)
Yeah, run it up, hey, yeah, hey (Fah, fah)
Hey, rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on thе sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in thе truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
I can't love no slut, my ho gang bang, bang
Bitch, I'm walkin' bust with the same gang, gang
Hit her in the truck, it's the same thing, huh, thing
All my opps duds, yeah, they ain't me, me
Yeah, yeah, know they ain't make it
Now they tryna lace Percs, shit, I can't take it
We ain't never weigh work in the damn basement
Now that nigga waist worth 'bout a damn facelift, hey
Ayy, we just livin', baby, we just
Ayy, threesomes, bitch, we havin' threesomes
Rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Runnin' to the racks, my hands behind my back like Naruto
You want all that smoke until we pull up and we kick your door (Skrrt)
I've been droppin' hits, but my fans been tellin' me "Drop some more"
Maybe we'll call up Moxie, you already know that we gon' be on go
Kill your gang like I'm Itachi and the opps, I know they watchin'
Throwin' all them fists and throwin' hands up in that moshpit
Mess with my gang, you not leavin' alive
You live in a fanta', livin' a lie
Told him the truth, now he finna cry
VVS shine, and it shine in your eye
Shit so bright that you might go blind
One of one, baby, one of a kind
They want my mention, want my time
Make that heat, bitch, make that fire
Rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
I can run it up, yeah (Yeah)
Imma run it up, yeah
I can run it up, okay
Run it up
I can run it up (Imma run it up, okay)
I'm gon' run it up, okay
I can run it up
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up
But my demons still haunt me (Fah, fah)
Hey, whoa
Yeah
Hey, hey, whoa
Slide, slide
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Runnin' around (Ayy)
(Fah, fah)
Yeah, run it up, hey, yeah, hey (Fah, fah)
Hey, rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on thе sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in thе truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
I can't love no slut, my ho gang bang, bang
Bitch, I'm walkin' bust with the same gang, gang
Hit her in the truck, it's the same thing, huh, thing
All my opps duds, yeah, they ain't me, me
Yeah, yeah, know they ain't make it
Now they tryna lace Percs, shit, I can't take it
We ain't never weigh work in the damn basement
Now that nigga waist worth 'bout a damn facelift, hey
Ayy, we just livin', baby, we just
Ayy, threesomes, bitch, we havin' threesomes
Rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Runnin' to the racks, my hands behind my back like Naruto
You want all that smoke until we pull up and we kick your door (Skrrt)
I've been droppin' hits, but my fans been tellin' me "Drop some more"
Maybe we'll call up Moxie, you already know that we gon' be on go
Kill your gang like I'm Itachi and the opps, I know they watchin'
Throwin' all them fists and throwin' hands up in that moshpit
Mess with my gang, you not leavin' alive
You live in a fanta', livin' a lie
Told him the truth, now he finna cry
VVS shine, and it shine in your eye
Shit so bright that you might go blind
One of one, baby, one of a kind
They want my mention, want my time
Make that heat, bitch, make that fire
Rollin' with my gat, Hi-Tek in the hotseat
Smokin' on that gas, eyes red like Itachi
I can run it up, give a fuck, who gon' stop me?
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
Fuckin' on the sluts but in love with the Wocky
Hit her in the truck out west, lil' hibachi
Got it in my pocket, tryna check, Tamagotchi
I could run it up but my demons still haunt me
I can run it up, yeah (Yeah)
Imma run it up, yeah
I can run it up, okay
Run it up
I can run it up (Imma run it up, okay)
I'm gon' run it up, okay
I can run it up
Credits
Writer(s): Alden Gardener Robinson, Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt Iii
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