Ok

Ran it up but still fucking this cash off
Aye that boy verses me ain't no stand off
That nigga a joke laugh my ass off
Matter fact you a trip get my bags hoe
Hope this song do some numbers and blast off
Tummy tuck with some hips
That ass soft
If she thick throw it back get my rocks off
Not the one to point fingers that ass fault
Model status like she on a runway
Im a baller she on me like bengay
Rest in peace to Young Dolph
This shit cra
Crazy when you give back and they still hate
Bout my chips and aint talking bout fri-lay
Now I do what I want like its free play
Mane they watching my moves like a replay
Nigga visiting this aint where you stay
I know killers and dealers and drillers no feelings them niggas them niggas be ready to slide out
Bitches say RIP to the nigga but fucking the killer plus thats where he hide out
Keep the sun I want rain to wash out the pain
Used to sip lean til I passed out
Damn near fucked up my kidneys
this one for the chillens you aint gotta pour up to get some clout
If I die today
Then what would you say
Alot of people a claim that we was straight
I cant relate
Too far from fake
These niggas aint real all they do is hate
It be the ones with you that's quick to betray
In your own city to kick it aint safe
It aint bout money we cant conversate
Im coming in first and you aint even place
Nigga

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OK
Yeah
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Look
Ran it up but still fucking this cash off
Come at me wrong and I'm knocking his head off
First pack on the plug and he ran off
Hard head that's the reason her ass soft
Got a rocket tatted on me cuz blast off
To the top 3T it's a brand hoe
Lame niggas always claiming I'm big bro
Back up off me yeen even my kin folk
I'm cashing big checks
She get my seats wet
Down on one knee she yell Danny please
While I kill it from the back
6am nigga sent some attachments
You a creepy old nigga nasty
When she sober she calling me pappy
Took lil mama go cry bout now bitch



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Writer(s): Daniel Boga
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