Run It

Aye, money on the floor, what's the lo? Let a **** know

**** take my hoe and I'm like, "So? I'm letting bitches go"

Colder than the snow, three triple-oh up on the fucking coat

A **** made a post and said I'm broke, I take that as a joke

I do this shit with no promo, still shit on ****, no homo

Jeans on me, no polo, my shit jumpin' like a pogo

I'm powered up like Goku, Super Sayian, fuck you sayin'

Fit cost a couple bands, bitch, I'm that fucking man

I got good dick, for a bad bitch

I was dumb broke, now, I'm mad rich

All my new hoes wetter than my last bitch

And I be talkin' shit, Ion need no adlibs

My shit is not average, done fucking on ratchets

Not fucking with crashes, got tint on my glasses

I really got action, put that shit in the caption

Been in the game, I ain't gotta practice

**** wanna hate, I'm just being great

Hella chicken on my plate, I ain't finna take no break

Every week a different state, crib got a gate

Bitch wanna date, bitch better wait, hold on

From the meeting down to Cali, shit, I'm tied in

In the deep end, use my two arms just like fins

Like the crack head at the spot I got the pipe in

Gotta take a risk, shit, you might lose, you might win

Shit fucked, damn, I know you hear those drums rockin'

Shit fucked then, pull up on them guns cockin'

If it ain't the Blue Moons, she gon' get that Love option

Walkin' round like the living dead, I only puff toxins

Jeans stuffed R-T-A, ask the plug ETA

All star caliber, you gotta come and see me play

Gotta come and see me score, gotta come and see me tour

I can never think poor, shit, I gotta see me more

Going 160, pray to God I don't get flicked

Biscuit got a skillet, boy, you better pray you don't get blicked

Thinking that you with it, but in my book, you don't exist

You know me, wake up, get to it, then I blow a zip

I'm a magician in the kitchen, I can clone a brick

Heard he snitched, after we kill him, we finna sew his lips

After he snitched, we put him in the ditch

Had my New York mob members put him in a spliff

One time shoutout to Mike Sherm

Heard them birds call them morning time, they were just like worms

We can have a harder song then y'all with five words