Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Double 0
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyreke Rogers
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Terion Porter
Songwriter
Treveon Lewon Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tperccc
Producer
TreyWTS
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't ever go to sleep, he just brainstorm
(Stay up and you geek)
[Verse 2]
They say more money more problems
But no I ain't stopping it, bitch, I'm still having that motion
(Can't fight this switch)
Better pray to god 'cause it hit
[Verse 3]
I run it up
I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
You moving exotic pound
Tell lil' bro them go slime him out just because
You can kill a street **** get a dime
If you kill a rap **** get a dub
I got rich off of beat and some rhymes
Never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key no Cardi B, ain't pulling no robbery
Fuck **** ain't hard as me
Every **** 'round me cutthroat
You must of ain't never seen red before
All my life grew up in the trap
Watched my great-grandma sell dope
**** can't get with so he got kicked out
Shit the J's still gon' roll
[Verse 4]
Couple of my family members turn zombies, ****
Watched my uncle get on that dope
Get too high, get to tripping one stick and I hopped out switch
Double hit the whole clip one blow
Never failed on a mission when it come to spinning
Make a **** regret it for speaking on Coke
Smoking on who? Just let me know
Smoke y'all crew, unlimited smoke
Who run this shit, who done it?
Run with the killers, hang with the zombies
High as a star, my pocket blue hundreads
Just like a rockstar on a mission, ****
Rock out big choppa don't care I'ma get em
Big chop hit your head, that's a dead man (Don't even miss him)
Upgraded my glockies, I'm switching 'em up
You was bougie as hell, now you picking 'em up
[Verse 5]
I run it up
I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
You moving exotic pound
Tell lil' bro them go slime him out just because
You can kill a street **** get a dime
If you kill a rap **** get a dub
I got rich off of beat and some rhymes
Never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key no Cardi B, ain't pulling no robbery
Fuck **** ain't hard as me
Every **** 'round me cutthroat
You must of ain't never seen red before
All my life grew up in the trap
Watched my great-grandma sell dope
**** can't get with so he got kicked out
Shit the J's still gon' roll
[Verse 6]
I ran it up
I'm good on love, I'm good on drugs
Posted up with crips
Post up with bloods all in your bud
Kill a street **** get a Rolex
Kill a rap **** get a Richard Mille and a buzz
Count all the racks to the murderers, the drillers, the killers who wear that shit up
I'm still cool in the hood with the hitters
And not in good weather gave all them chinchillas
I been moving real swift with the substance
Came out the mud, that my diamonds invisible
I maneuver around the continent with some real ones that taking shit digital
Coming up where I'm from it's a miracle
In the slums in a four eye vehicle
Changing murder rate up like the climate
Different countries these bitches be flyin' in
Think I'm poison, we livin' and dyin'
Get to ganking that shit talking diamond
Send a blitz like a defensive lineman
In the trap with the demons and lions
You a real one, they'd kill you for lyin'
Kick the bitch out the Phantom for cryin'
[Verse 7]
I run it up
I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
You moving exotic pound
Tell lil' bro them go slime him out just because
You can kill a street **** get a dime
If you kill a rap **** get a dub
I got rich off of beat and some rhymes
Never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key no Cardi B, ain't pulling no robbery
Fuck **** ain't hard as me
Every **** 'round me cutthroat
You must of ain't never seen red before
All my life grew up in the trap
Watched my great-grandma sell dope
**** can't get with so he got kicked out
Shit the J's still gon' roll
Written by: Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Tyreke Rogers