Stock Run (feat. Sifer & Christien Will)

Sife to the

Yeah

Skippo

Awa ni yen

Se kini yen fun

It’s a vibe

You know what it is let it ride

Ayy, Sife

Tell me how you gonna bet against me hunhhh

I’m a Ferrari to these mother flipping Nissans

Brodie hating over and over like a re run

I sent his girl a ticket, yeah I’m trying to see something

You ain’t touching none of my moves

Feet too big, I can't fit in none of ya'lls shoes

On a roll, rapping like I got something to prove

In the stu but it feel like I'm running a school

Or a day care or something, tell them boys we in the building

I’m probably why it’s hotter in the winter

Lames they ain’t got the balls or the liver

I’m looking for competition that’s why I’m standing in the mirror ahhh

My **** pulling strings out in Illinois

All hits no misses real city boys

Been about it, yeah we really mean business

They must be European, man they Finishhhhhh

On your head top

I just threw a couple stacks on some flip flops

Man we really good even if they shares drop

Young money **** I can make your bedrock

To the **** who be steady putting work in

Sisters who went from Balogun to them Birkins

Bags and luggage all hustle on a daily Basis

Till the naira notes on face to face shit ah

Stock running running

Running running

Stock running running

Mini me, feeling me, but can never me

Rent free on the mind of my enemy yeah

Stock running running

Running running

Stock running running

Talk tough, stomp him out with my Timberland

Him then, him now, and Imma stay Him again

Got too much in my bag, I’m a flight risk

Watch me go and take off, no flight list

Gotta check in with me as your highness

Or they’ll pull up on you, if I flick my right wrist like this

Insure em, get em coverage, how they bite this

Too much to chew on when they see the way I’m dished

Inadequate

Put out one good song and went inanimate

You don’t wanna check the score board or aggregate

Pre the critical acclaim I was relevant

My opps give me props when they drop all the sentiment

Uh

It’s evident

I’m in my element

I make ‘em get on one knee, why ‘cause I’m eminent

Just getting warmed up, I ain’t finished yet

I’ll stop the opp talk ‘cause I don’t speak ill of the dead

I’m benevolent

I’ll spread love instead

Stock running running

Running running

Stock running running

Mini me, feeling me, but can never me

Rent free on the mind of my enemy yeah

Stock running running

Running running

Stock running running

Talk tough, stomp him out with my Timberland

Him then, him now, and Imma stay Him again

Him then, him now, and Imma stay Him again

Him then, him now, and Imma stay Him again