Runner

Yungn ride in a Honda civic he a runner
Bankroll need a bankroll for the summer
Put them 100s and 10s in bundles
If it's bloody don't clean off the money
& This life of sin make you heartless
Hope that money don't make him a target
If it's war then it's war we can start it
Better keep yo pistol In the party
We been stacking bundles we can switch up and stack these bodies
100 round drum
Bullets play percussion on yo body
Need a Bankroll!
Iain slowing down Ian stopping
Tryna make it to the top
I be laying low
Poppin rubber bands stacking knots
I don't go nowhere without my Glock
They gon take my soul
Yeah I know a nigga did a lot
Ian perfect no im not
It won't make a difference
If A nigga take a different route
Cause I can see them demons now

I can see out my Eyes
And hear out my ears
But I swear I won't speak on no evil now
Ima light up they eyes
And turn up they ears
And I bet that they gon reconsider now
It been so many times they slept on the kid
Told you baby
Them tables would turn around
They throw dirt on my name
I can't worry bout it
They just hate cause they ways I don't glorify em
Just shoot me a FaceTime
If you really bout it baby
Can't be playing bout these benjis
I can't waste time
Know you heard from the grapevine
How a nigga get about his business
Got a great mind!
Me and you on the same time
We can pour some shots and toast the liquor
At the same time
Fuck you both at the same time
We can work around it if you with it
Tryna focus on better days
But I'm stuck in my old ways
Iain reminiscing talkn bout nun specific
And no can't be reminiscing bout no money been spent
Just can't be no penny pinching nigga
I'm stacking too consistent
Just might up the murder rate from riding round Honda civic
Don't talk bout no murder baby cause I don't know who did it
I just know bout these 100s that I'm bout to throw on yo titty

Yungn ride in a Honda civic he a runner
Bankroll need a bankroll for the summer
Put them 100s and 10s in bundles
If it's bloody don't clean off the money
& This life of sin make you heartless
Hope that money don't make him a target
If it's war then it's war we can start it
Better keep yo pistol In the party
We been stacking bundles we can switch up and stack these bodies
100 round drum
Bullets play percussion on yo body
Need a Bankroll!
Iain slowing down Ian stopping
Tryna make it to the top
I be laying low
Poppin rubber bands stacking knots
I don't go nowhere without my Glock
They gon take my soul
Yeah I know a nigga did a lot
Ian perfect no im not
It won't make a difference
If A nigga take a different route
Cause I can see them demons now

They gon talk bout my clothes
And speak on my image
And say that I don't fit they picture now
I been staying on my own
And working my ends
So when it come time
They can't leave me out
When I get in my Zone
Ain't no other feeling
My heart fill my chest get to beating out
Nigga switch on they fam reaching for the clout
Won't you tell me baby how that's working out
We can't talk about it we can't work it out
Sometimes I be hoping and wishing
That we can come back to where
We had a vision
We was working wit purpose
And making a difference
Woahh
Sometimes I be hoping and wishing
That we go back we was stuck in the kitchen
Had no choice but cherish the things we was gifted!
Wooahh Yeah!

If it wasnt for them days I wouldn't be In this chair
I don't speak on my pain cause nobody don't care
Every dread in my hair for my love, my dear
After shedding this blood I dont got no more tears
Had no choice but to lock it down and take it serious
I done spent bout a dub on drugs and jewelry
Now them roger rabbit carrots shine in my ear

Yungn ride in a Honda civic he a runner
Bankroll need a bankroll for the summer
Put them 100s and 10s in bundles
If it's bloody don't clean off the money
& This life of sin make you heartless
Hope that money don't make him a target
If it's war then it's war we can start it
Better keep yo pistol In the party
We been stacking bundles we can switch up and stack these bodies
100 round drum
Bullets play percussion on yo body
Need a Bankroll!
Iain slowing down Ian stopping
Tryna make it to the top
I be laying low
Poppin rubber bands stacking knots
I don't go nowhere without my Glock
They gon take my soul
Yeah I know a nigga did a lot
Ian perfect no im not
It won't make a difference if A nigga take a different route
Cause I can see them demons now



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Writer(s): Zacchaeus Hakeem Jewell
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