Trip

I gotta run it up
None of you niggas can fuck with us
I gotta a four of this cody, double cup Run it up, run it up
Hit up the plug for a double up Niggas be sweet, buttercup
I'm in the seat better buckle up
They mad as fuck, I'm known to add it up

What do you mean
I get respect with the cream
Or I get respect with the beam
I had a dream, I'm for the people like King
Balling, I feel like Kareem
Signing a check
I pass the go and collect
I'ma just run up a check, give me respect

I'm in your pockets like Brett
I had to post in the jecks
I wanna flex
I need the diamonds, the neck
I need the bitches to sex
Hit from the back, shorty she making a mess
She bout to squirt on my chest
Don't know the time, but still I wanna Patec
Tell em go look up my net
I got the drip, everything on me is wet I'm bout to go on the quest

Ayy, bitch it's Young Ev and Checc
Show us respect, S.F.N at your neck
In the field feel like a vet
Strapped with a tech, bitch I walk with a vest
I do not pay, I collect Invest all my money, make double and flex
I'm tryna find out which one of these labels is right in the check

I run them bands up, they stuff in my pocket
You know what I'm smoking, you know it's exotic
Bro told me get em, I said that I got em
I hopped off the porch, I started popping

I hustle hard, now I'm living with options
I make a few grand and I make a deposit
I was just living my life on a budget, now I do not give a fuck bout what the cost is
Moving that weight, profit stuffed in my pocket
Moving that weight, hope I don't get indicted
And I think I just went up on my prices
I'm on the road and I don't got no license
She just asked me if I wanted some head
This bitch just read my mind like she a psychic
She took some molly, then she got excited
And I hit it hard, that's the way that she like it

I took a trip
I had an addiction to new drip
They had an addiction to two scripts
Fashion be costing all blue strips
Balenci it come with no shoe tips

Chilled off the perc, was acting all goofy
I'm off a yacht, been making a movie
I need a bill, no Rudy
No, I need the bills, no roofies

I like the LVs, the double Gs, the CCs I bet that these bitches gon' see me
You look at the VVs, the clarity HD Probably the reason they hate me
Cause I'm bout my check, like Nike
I won't turn a bitch to wifey

Bitch, now, I'm litty
I'm bout a check, I'm committed
You know my schedule get busy
I'm with my gang
We just might be in your city
And it's a big bet that it's litty

Run up a check, I do not settle for less I don't talk shit on the net
Please don't get stretched
Goons in the gang, they keeping them 40s, they leaving you wet

They tryna ride the wave, I don't got time to play
They tryna ride the wave, and I can see it from a mile away
I ain't going outside today, told myself I'm getting tired of lames
Boy, I've been on my grind for days I'm serious, there ain't no time to waste



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Writer(s): Evan Stewart, Torell Brown
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