Run

I tell 'em run from me
Making money, shit is fun to me
I need a baddie to count up the hundreds
So I don't be fucking with dumb bunnies
I don't be writing these songs,
I sit in the studio, let that shit come to me
Heart cold, so these bitches ain't getting no hugs,
Ain't getting no love from me
I just been getting my cake up
None that bullshit will phase us
Still work on vacation
Y'all shoulda never hit vegas
You bet on somebody other than us, now you gotta pay up
If you gotta problem with shit I be rapping then you better say some

I tell 'em what a time
Full clip when I bust a rhyme
Spray bullets like a hundred rounds
They couldn't get these verses
Like shit was in cursive whenever I play a sound
They wanna fuck with a bitch or pop and get lit,
Man they wanna fuck around
I can't be taking a chance,
Or taking a risk man I gotta double down, in this shit
I got the Midas touch in this bitch
Tell 'em my flow heavy, these hoes love me,
I might erupt in this bitch
Yeah yeah
Up and away
Y'all should've seen this shit coming in may
We doing 300 records a day
Who really think they can get in the way
I tell 'em run from me
Making money, shit is fun to me
I need a baddie to count up the hundreds
So I don't be fucking with dumb bunnies
I don't be writing these songs,
I sit in the studio, let that shit come to me
Heart cold, so these bitches ain't getting no hugs,
Ain't getting no love from me
I just been getting my cake up
None that bullshit will phase us
Still work on vacation
Y'all shoulda never hit vegas
You bet on somebody other than us, now you gotta pay up
If you gotta problem with shit I be rapping then you better say some



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Writer(s): Muhammad Aulia Yovarda
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