Crud

Runnin' up and down, I want everything

I be chillin' in the trap with my ****, hella weed and a hella clear

And I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doin', what I'm doin' is irrelevant

Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leavin no evidence

And I bet ya never know, I'm doin' road when I pulled lookin' innocent

If you touch me, I can have you on your toes, like a maniac, maniac

You already know, it's the top that we aiming at, aiming at

Bought it off the trees like it's medicine

All my **** up in down in the block, they be feeding the residents

I just left my **** Swizz couple beats, with a spliff that was elegant

And every time I see the five-oh, I kinda freeze and get hesitant

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, back a front line, that's the regular

Tryna get a dollar, get a pound

'Cause we ain't gettin' nothin' when them gates close

'Memba how I used to run around

I can get you hit up on my say so

I just wanna buy my mom a house

I know that it's gon' be worth the wait, though

Why the hell you think I run around?

'Cause I've been tryna stack up on my weight

Runnin' up and down, I want everything (I want every thing, yeah)

I be chillin' in the trap with my ****, hella weed and a hella clear

I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doin', what I'm doin' is irrelevant

Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leavin no evidence

And I bet ya never know, I'm doin' road when I pulled lookin' innocent

If you touch me, I can have you on your toes, like a maniac, maniac

You already know, it's the top that we aiming at, aiming at

You know I put my girl on a pedestal

If you ever come to mine, you gon' run into my nine, man I'm tellin' you

Betta miss me with that shit, man, I'm all about my bitch, she ain't into you

Plus, ya know she's similar to me, she ain't down with no interviews

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, check the phone ringin', that's the cellular

Tryna get a dollar, get a pound

'Cause we ain't gettin' nothin' when them gates close

'Memba how I used to run around

I can get you hit up on my say so

Whoa-oh, I wanna buy my mom a house

I know that it's gon' be worth the wait, though

Why the hell you think I run around?

'Cause I've been tryna stack up on my weight

Runnin' up and down, I want everything

I be chillin' in the trap with my ****, hella weed and a hella clean

I ain't gotta tell you what I'm doin', what I'm doin' is irrelevant

Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I got the glove on in the crud, I ain't leavin no evidence

And I bet ya never know, I'm doin' road when I pulled lookin' innocent

If you touch me, I can have you on your toes, like a maniac, maniac

You already know, it's the top that we aiming at, aiming at