Lyrics

Ran it up so much can't get no sleep
Seen a 100k less than a week
Stuff my Amiris, his pockets on E
Take her shopping, she turn to a eater
Why **** keep thinking they reapers?
Brah turn a serious opp to a cheetah
Pop out tip-toe, looking like creepers
She shake while they banging my shit through the speakers
Keep talking 'bout how he be spinning
Let's talk about how he got clipped
Claiming that fox side, now **** spliffed
Got up on him, he croaked than he went
Up the score, get it lit, go spin
No reward, you ain't take no risk
Bro pour the tris and I take my sip
Got Drac' if he think he take my shit, uh
He don't walk what he talk let's cut shit short
When we go out stepping don't show no remorse
They left me the crumbs, ain't leave me no fork
Went got it myself, leaped right off the porch
Went got it myself, jumped right off the front
Post up on the islands where they run the north
And I'm thugging with Cruddy, we locked in for sure
And we sliding on blocks like we hopping on boards
Like why all the opps on my dick? I don't know
But they drop left, right so it really don't matter
Met a bitch in New York, I don't know if she munch
She keep throwing hints and I know what she after
I'm already on point 'cause I know 'bout them snakes
I'm catching the hush, cro, catching them crates
Bring out a hunnid, that's something he can't
He caught a head shot, screaming out
He caught a neck shot screaming out
He caught a leg shot screaming out
He caught a arm shot, we had to run down
Draco come with a drum sound
Out on the rip, keep it lit til the sun down
She blowing me up, told me come now
Fuck all that up, next ****, I'm right now
Get in my way, lil' ****, get wiped down
Ran it up so much, can't get no sleep
Seen a 100k less than a week
Stuff my Amiris, his pockets on E
Take her shopping, she turn to a eater
Why **** keep thinking they reapers?
Brah turn a serious opp to a cheetah
Pop out tip-toe, looking like creepers
She shake while they banging my shit through the speakers
Keep talking 'bout how he be spinning
Let's talk about how he got clipped
Claiming that fox side, now ****'s spliffed
Got up on him, he croaked than he went
Up the score, get it lit, go spin
No reward you ain't take no risk
Bro pour the tris and I take my sip
Got Drac if he think he gon' take my shit
Written by: Kai Arnold, Marvin Bussie
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