Sack (feat. Hqyungy & Onek)

I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack
Fuck around and hit that lil bitch from the back
And they know when we run, we be running from TAS
I got to show that lil bitch how to act

And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag
Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast
Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat

I got rich I know they mad, hit the store I pop some tags
Send you back, complete the test, countin' up, ain't gettin' rest
Up all night ain't get no rest, I pop out and split his chest
Leave his shirt bloody, yeah it's too much money on the vest

Ain't no time to waste today what I did, I found the way
That's a name, Cash Cow, boy I been getting hella pape
What's his name I ain't heard about him, I can't show up late
I had to cop expensive clothes, and Onek got expensive taste

Aye, know I got expensive taste I dropped a hundred on that drip
Pretty bitch she like to kiss I put a few right on her lip
Whats the call like Nikki Six I shoot for 3 I never miss
Remember starvin' for a lick my pockets thick now get chips

Stack that shit right to the face and I don't share
A pretty bitch without no makeup like me pulling on her hair
Fuck the brakes I'm finna take the Wraith I'm slidin' to the lair
The way these bitches on my dick I got 'em sittin' like a chair
Lil bitch I'm runnin' up that fair

I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack
Fuck around and hit that lil bitch from the back
And they know when we run, we be running from TAS
I got to show that lil bitch how to act

And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag
Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast
Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat



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Writer(s): Kae Kasino
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