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Running w the boys yeah we going to the top
Big bank on me and we never gonna drop
Talking shit on ig yeah you know you getting blocked
Shooting like it's nba no I ain't talking glocks

There's levels to the game call it Tetris I be climbing
God really blessed me the stars are aligning
You say you up but your numbers declining
Tryna say you got it but we all know you lying

Stop trying You finding
There's nothing for you

When I'm up all I see Is the hundreds
They red and they blue

LF yeah we the crew
When you got it like this You ain't never gon lose

I'm running to the money
You know that we lit now
Just like k dot
Imma tell em all to sit down

Better know your fucking place
Coup be on some outer space
When I pull up
Ops they run out to they hiding place

Cannot catch a case or I'll go back home
18 Hour flight man that shit so long
Miss my homies out west but I ain't gon do no wrong
Only bad imma do is when a clapped bitch hit my phone

Imma pull a big Sean screaming I don't fuck with you
I say that to a hoe And I say that to yo crew
Cause you some cap boys And yo raps ain't true
Man I can't even speak on the shit that I do

Chillin in the east at a party come thru
Shoutout Beijing got it in my tattoo
Im a wild wild boy yeah I got some loose screws
You some talk talk boys but you ain't making moves

I'm on top of game
I'm on top of the ops
We gon slide in your lane
She gon slob on my knob yuh

Aint ever slacking
Im keeping it taut
I be running the game
Like im playing as god

Destined for greatness
Aint never gon fall
You running in circles
Im passing you all

You down on the bench
And you watching me ball
Top of my class
Big stone does it all

Know I ain't one for the chit chat
Beefing we me you get click clack bow
Tryna talk shit where your bitch at
Tryna come slide where your wrist at huh?

Pockets on shit like it's Big Mac
Ops say they sliding that's big cap
I wanna bitch with a big ass
Stone on the top And that's big facts

Pockets on shit like it's Big Mac
Ops say they sliding that's big cap
I wanna bitch with a big ass
Stone on the top And that's big facts

Coming at me I'm on top you the bottom
Beats in the box like we spottem and gottem
Bitch I be up you know I be poppin
Run to the bank and the bags gon be dropping

You ain't really shit
You just bout the talking
Feel like pop smoke call me Christopher walking
Nasty ass head use your hair for the mopping
Bitch I'm on smoke and you know that I got it

I'm on top of game
I'm on top of the ops
We gon slide in your lane
She gon slob on my knob yuh

Aint ever slacking
Im keeping it taut
I be running the game
Like im playing as god

Destined for greatness
Aint never gon fall
You running in circles
Im passing you all

You down on the bench
And you watching me ball
Top of my class
Big stone does it all

Know I ain't one for the chit chat
Beefing we me you get click clack bow
Tryna talk shit where your bitch at
Tryna come slide where your wrist at huh?

Pockets on shit like it's Big Mac
Ops say they sliding that's big cap
I wanna bitch with a big ass
Stone on the top And that's big facts



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Writer(s): Sebastien Morin
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