(sus sus sus sus)
Running the shit
You don’t play with me kiddo
Nintendo I’ll switch up my mind and the bitch (haaaa)
Slide from the right
We go right to the middle (skrt)
The best in a circle
We right in the midst
And I swear it go pop
It goes straight to the sizzle
The drill is legit
When I point I don’t miss (unh)
Straight off the block
Yeah I’m fiending a little
I’m bringing the purple
Got sus in the mix
So hold up, scoop
Drop that top, just a little
Shoot your shot
Oh, you wanna get a picture?
Cool...you're not
At the party, smokin’ swisher
C-coupe in the lot
Puffin zoots in the pot (oye!)
Ain’t no goofin with opps
They like poop in a pot
Hit two it go pop
Ghost walk, drip drop, don't stop
Keep walking lil b*tch
(Yo hold on, hold on)
Run it back, real quick (hey)
Whipping the 17’ Honda, back alley
In the streets, going skrrr
Caught a chick looking in
Told her we straight out the jungle
No flexin’ extendos
She suck me
Her mouth is a sin (go)
And I bust one
Right next to her friend
Pretendin’ she sleeping
In secret, she wanna get in
I got no time for discussion
And need no asserting
No games if I’m playing, just wins (esketit)
Trapping, trapping, trapping
Sir trap-a-lot (go)
Trappin’ the dope
For some ass and pot
Plus shawty don’t stop
Most really everything I ever wanted, I got (I did)
Atleast the important shit (ayyy)
More money, more power is on its way (gang)
Everyday it accumulate (gang)
At the top, in the center (Ayyy)
Now say sil vous plait (Yo back it up, ah)
Running the sh*t
You don’t play with me kiddo
Nintendo I’ll switch up my mind and the b*tch (haaa)
Slide from the right
We go right to the middle (skrt)
The best in a circle
We right in the midst
And I swear it go pop (pop)
It goes straight to the sizzle
The drill is legit
When I point, I don’t miss (shoot)
Real killa sh*t
We ain’t playing with pistols
I whip you like “ugh”
Leave a mark on the b*tch
I whip you like
Ugh!
Ugh!
You struggling
Bam bam, leave a f*ckin’ mark on yo’ ugly (damn)
Grand slam, wear a f*ckin' mask, go recovery
Hashtag, #thisacashgrab
See the money tree
The man bad
Like the mad hat
Nor the bat or the mans
Could've understand
That that the mad hat
Got a leash on the dome and
Thats a fact fact
Writing scripts, always zoned in
Spittin’ mad like
My flow a disease
Blowing on chicks
Spitting lyrics
And we keep on getting the cheese (we do)
Diamonds they freeze
And they wanna ride out my way
But they barely making a breeze
And you don’t see me takin’ a break
All of the guap is to take
The more that we grind
The more we gon’ make
Foot on the gas
Ain’t no foot on the brake
Going skraight to yo’ face (hey!)
And if High Comish pull up with karma (gang!)
Don’t look so shocked (gang!)
They don’t mean to alarm ya
They ain’t gon’ harm ya
They just want bread
Don’t get in the way or they gonna disarm ya
In the past
Susta done crazy sh*t
Fucked up a crazy b*tch
I would get crazy lit
And I’m still craving it
So do not test me
If I lose my cool then
There won’t be none saving this, b*tch
Running the sh*t
You don’t play with me kiddo
Nintendo I’ll switch up my mind and the b*tch (haaaa)
Slide from the right
We go right to the middle (skrt)
The best in a circle
We right in the midst
And I swear it go pop
It goes straight to the sizzle
The drill is legit
When I point I don’t miss (ooh)
Real killer sh*t
We ain’t playing with pistols
I whip you like “ugh”
Leave a mark on the b*tch (running the-running the)
Running the sh*t
You don’t play with me kiddo
Nintendo I’ll switch up my mind and the b*tch (ey!)
Slide from the right
We go right to the middle
The best in a circle
We right in the midst (uh!)
And I swear it go pop (pop)
It goes straight to the sizzle (pop)
The drill is legit
When I point I don’t miss
Real killer sh*t
We ain’t playing with pistols
I whip you like “ugh”
Leave a mark on the b*tch
