Run it like ha ha ha

Na na

They don’t see me

Smoke it like ah ah ah

(If you see a)

Me and Vale-Smith hit the ground we on the up and up

I just gotta good one off a xan, addy wanna touch my stuff

They wanna know my baddie with me, and she know what’s up

If you wanna be with me in here, bye bye bye, yeah

I got new designer on my back, it try to cut me off

I just got some packages, I left ‘em, I don’t need no sauce

Tucker Carlson got you all in some lies

He’s taking on your man, he’s culling your pride

The left doing same shit at the time

Then people wonder why you stuck in your mind

Cause nobody gonna get me out of here, you ain’t got salsa

I’ve been flossing balling like my name was Jeffery Georgia

I was getting, scheming on new dimes, and now I’m wooed up

I can’t eye lil shawty, why you acting, you was boosted

No shit on my back

These people only wanna rip off my back

They wanna get me, yeah, stumbling out

Got fewer homies, yeah they tougher when that

Only trusting true ones, blue ones

Gotta get back, paranoia touching my past

I got shit, and it be luck in my past

I got shit, like I won’t never harass

Ima get this shit like-

And you know it’s big time balling, feel like Big Time Rush

Feel like I’m doing it up, Gru with a long nose bitch get

Under the sea, I wanna see me, ima go big dummy

Running round they ain’t got shit for me

I get got new products on my pants due

On my wrist, yeah, I got mid from me

No mid from me, got new Prada bags, ain’t got shit from me

Due back, get back, rip rummy

Ima go ahead and rip run it

When I got a charger, ima get money

Talking to me, I got Rari in front of me like I’m Ptolemy

Believe in the irony, bitches they do that shit

Ima run up, ima shoot that flip

I got the flute, ima play that bitch

Feeling like the Pied Piper, bitch, wrote this

I really be the one to get around me

Wunna Wunna got my money, got round in

No Duwap Kaine but I shoot around here

Baby I get on my j-

Baby I’ll get out the mall right here

I wanna come with the shooters and killers Standing while they go and then rock your head

Think I’ll text you back, I block you as soon I pull out

I’m sorry that’s the way, there’s no condoms I ain’t bout (whatchu want?)

Only got one lil man, that’s my demon, yeah it peek out

Why you ain’t see me? I’m in the regal for no meanwhile

Baby I came off a North Star

Why you wanna see me just pass out?

Ima go ahead, up on the blackout

I just fire, with the wire, like I’m Jay Z

No Crisco, out my mind, it get faded

I get it, go

Diamond consumed, and I get it, go

Ima tell you, when I’m on the road

Got these dummy packs, can’t pay with y’all

(Go go go go)