Relay (feat. Bonkerz)
Big red, big red
And you know my name, big red
And she fuck wit me
Ha
Run it up babe
Huh?
Yeah
Talk to me nice, team goin up
Nigga so is the price
Took a lil time, yeah I had to get it right
Got a couple bad joints
Ima pass them to the light, ah
Excuse me I meant the left
You know I do it to death
These flagrant ass niggas gone
Get hit wit the tech
I aint got time for that bullshit
That's why I sit back
And I vent on my pulpit
I
Smoke dat, good gas
Every night, and day
I got that, bitch
On my handle, like I'm
Lbj
Yeah
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know I'm true
Fly shit only baby, big rusta
Smoother, young Vandross, call me Luther
Big bag, big chicken, big Gouda
No squares, no rats, just big Shooters
Disrespect, punch a nigga, soup coolers
Pop out, play ball wit 2 rugers
Mouthpiece yo bitch big drooler
Big drip sucka free don't fuck wit losers
Back rubs, backwoods, in jacuzzies
Hidden hills, big krib like in the movies
No snakes, no yees, just my foolies
Couple bitches, in the kitchen big booties
Fuck a rap nigga, trooper 5 member
Big Spender, Shoot shots, bartenders
OT Wyclef Jean till November
Back on my soul don't be bitter
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know im true
Yeah you know that I'm true
Yeah you know I need my money up
Sky high blue
Yeah ya heard me sayin wit dat bullshit
I'm here, my sixteen like a full clip
I
I be ten toes down, I'll never fold
Who you heard a young nigga
Wit the better flow?
She fuckin wit me, say she can't let me go
I got a bitch, yeah she rose gold pedal cold
I just don't understand what they sayin
If I take my time to listen to them
Ima lose
I aint got the time
To be running wit losers
I got a get to this money, yeah maneuver
Bitch im tryin eat
Bitch im tryin eat
I need it every single day of week
We aint hearing none over there
So keep the peace
Aint give nun of this back
This hustle is so sweet
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know I'm true
Big Red, what up bonkerz
And we gone
And you know my name, big red
And she fuck wit me
Ha
Run it up babe
Huh?
Yeah
Talk to me nice, team goin up
Nigga so is the price
Took a lil time, yeah I had to get it right
Got a couple bad joints
Ima pass them to the light, ah
Excuse me I meant the left
You know I do it to death
These flagrant ass niggas gone
Get hit wit the tech
I aint got time for that bullshit
That's why I sit back
And I vent on my pulpit
I
Smoke dat, good gas
Every night, and day
I got that, bitch
On my handle, like I'm
Lbj
Yeah
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know I'm true
Fly shit only baby, big rusta
Smoother, young Vandross, call me Luther
Big bag, big chicken, big Gouda
No squares, no rats, just big Shooters
Disrespect, punch a nigga, soup coolers
Pop out, play ball wit 2 rugers
Mouthpiece yo bitch big drooler
Big drip sucka free don't fuck wit losers
Back rubs, backwoods, in jacuzzies
Hidden hills, big krib like in the movies
No snakes, no yees, just my foolies
Couple bitches, in the kitchen big booties
Fuck a rap nigga, trooper 5 member
Big Spender, Shoot shots, bartenders
OT Wyclef Jean till November
Back on my soul don't be bitter
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know im true
Yeah you know that I'm true
Yeah you know I need my money up
Sky high blue
Yeah ya heard me sayin wit dat bullshit
I'm here, my sixteen like a full clip
I
I be ten toes down, I'll never fold
Who you heard a young nigga
Wit the better flow?
She fuckin wit me, say she can't let me go
I got a bitch, yeah she rose gold pedal cold
I just don't understand what they sayin
If I take my time to listen to them
Ima lose
I aint got the time
To be running wit losers
I got a get to this money, yeah maneuver
Bitch im tryin eat
Bitch im tryin eat
I need it every single day of week
We aint hearing none over there
So keep the peace
Aint give nun of this back
This hustle is so sweet
Now I'm back on my soul
I need it
Run it up babe, know I'm here
And you know they gone hate
But who, give a fuck babe
Know I'm true
Big Red, what up bonkerz
And we gone
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Writer(s): Marcus Smith
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