Street Runna

Imma street runner I count
This cash I'm by myself lets
Keep them p's coming yeah
Yeah imma street runner I
Count this cash I'm by my
Self let's keep them p's comin
She love my voice I'm in the
Trap she wants me sing for
Her I made the drop we at
You're crib let's get the lead
Pouring I got a pint pour

Up a four none of my girls
Boring run up aa band she
Rub my back she know that
I adore it she hold my glock
She cook me breakfast all
Most every morning put it
In the perks it's pressed I'm
Poppin just how I prefer it
It's up in smoke I brought
The fire you know I that I
Ah burn it Run from my
Bag I ran it up it's safe to say
I earned it she let me drive
The whip I'm speeding you
Could say that I'm swerving
Pushing p to being pushy
I feel like a servant I can't
Talk with you I gotta run

I'm a big hoodie boy keep a
Nine on my waistline don't
Reach for my shit I got one
In the head I don't know
How I'm living but I know
How I'll die I put my life to
This shit I know my mom
Gonna ask why know she
Gonna ask why Shawty
Only fucks with me becuz
Im bringing trap vibes she



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Miller
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