[Verse 1: William Crooks and TYGKO]
I didn't make the money I stole it
Had to stretch it out, got my bank account doing yoga
In these tight times gotta keep it flexible
I don't count the guap my thumb green 'cuz I like to eat my vegetables
Catch me where the peasants at 'til I'm dead and gone
Bad guy, had to shred a rat and his turtle son
Got it out the fertile mud
But my hands squeaky
In a high speed chase 'cuz I know they can't beat me
Yeah, I whip the hooptie like a sports car
Who yelped on me, chopper in the sky, I got four stars
I drivе it like I stole it 'cuz I fucking did
It's too many fake ID's in hеre, man, fuck them kids
Tell them kids, “Fuck the pigs”
Hanging out the window
I know I owe them student loans you ain’t getting em
Tryna getaway in a whip that could use some fixing up
Did a hit and run on a pigger while he was getting lunch
What'd he get?
I don't know but he ain't getting up
What was that?
They just called it in, 'bout to call 'em up
Who'd you call?
I just called his bluff, had to buff my front bumper out
(Hello? Imma buff you out partner)
Word. Paint the pinkie finger pink acetone in my right hand
Standing on a sub smack a stan with a mic stand
Ain't no registration ain't no license
Speedracer, I don't even stop when the light's red
[Verse 2: William Crooks]
(Faster than the speed of light!)
(I'm allergic to the-)
(That's just not possible) (Take one)
(You capping!)
I'm allergic to the bands
I don't know about tomorrow
I'm not good at making plans
Made the cut myself I got blood on my Vans
Broke my wrist, baby, now I'm driving with no hands (Hands, hands)
Now I'm driving with no-
Feet!
Shit the brakes cut, I'm flying out my seat
Headfirst through the windshield
Met God facedown in the street
How that concrete feel?
Loser's pace but the stamina strong as hell
I couldn't know it at the time the damage long as hell
This eternal love for money keep us all in jail
I love you all and I hope I'll see you all in hell
I think we might be here though (Hell is real!)
The preacher put collection on my c-note (Fuck my money, right?)
Then he kicked me out the church for being weirdo
But also 'cuz I was smoking weed, fuck 'em though!
I say I'm not scared so what I'm running for
Running low on funds, whats a hundred more?
I drive it like I stole it 'cuz I fucking did
Whatchu tripping consequence?
Baby, we already dead
[Verse 3: TYGKO]
Tell 'em I ain't got it
I swear I will get it I will, I just don't got it right now...
You call him you tell him, if he wanna get his money
I bet they would give they life for the money
Left, right, how I'm running
Running fast 'cuz they told me that the feds was coming
But I ain't scared of nothing
Driving 101 on the way to the function (I'm still late though)
I feel like Big Pun, I'm not a player but I crushed it
Can't dial 911, I do not trust it
My death untimely 'cuz I rushed it
Tell them to bury me raw keep the bugs fed
I was gon' break every law if it was fixed
Now you see me now you don't 'cuz I run quick
Had to put that shit behind me like a bumper sticker
I been running for my life don't wanna run the sprint store
If I'm really being honest when I get old
Need the commune where the best weed get grown
Willy made the bread, we don't need to get dough
Hit the ditch, jump the median, and flipped over
Feet raw 'cuz I sprinted to the disco
I just want to have a good time with my kin folk
Yeah I said that I didn't but I did though
Silent, I didn’t spoke
I see lights in my side mirror I didn't stop
I get high until my spirit rise, I won't die unless the killing stop
Imma lie until the villain stop
Imma fly to let my children fly
I'm on an island my spirit wise
I'm eye-to-eye with life
My toes is cold as a bitch but I'm still out here running
[Outro]
(I'm running, my roof, my shocks, I cruise, I'm running fast, my shoes, my socks, I lose)
You tell him, you tell him if he wants, if he wants his money he better come here and get it from me himself
(I run, my roof, my shocks, I cruise,)
Yeah, yeah, like, this is the old feudal times, if he wants to get his money he's gotta come here and get it himself
(My shoes, my socks, I lose)
Hello?
Who is this?
I dunno, you called me
