Running That Bag Up (feat. Gmgb DaiDough)

Bitch I'm so loud got me speeding I'm driving around and I'm making a scene

My teachers they say I won't make it I pull up to class and they couldn't believe

Police on my ass I'ma go through the dash cause you know that they not gonna seize

I walk into school got me coughing and sneezing I think I be getting disease

The teachers they handing me papers and papers I think that they making me sneeze

I move like a mouse you know I'm not a rat and you know that we get to the cheese

I'm ChrisCVine you know I love cameras but I'd rather stack up my G's

I walk in a Saks threek on my outfit I might go and acne my jeans

Catch me in a late night like Jimmy Fallon

When I hear the feds lurking you know that I'm running

When they ask to give it up we ain't never telling

If I'ma be broke I'd rather be in heaven

Never ever lack cause I learned my lesson

It'll never be me so don't try to test it

I need to hear my engine roar won't see me in a Tesla

I'm riding in a spaceship with Ferragamo sandals

Yo bitch getting so hype she wanna tour with us

Don't try to be my bro promoters on the phone with us

We got GG in that ghost you could roll it up

I got Gigi in that ghost you know she hoing up

Party bus in the back and it got a pole

All the girls going wild it's a freak show

I don't even know the day of the week now

Got some bros who flip the patties like they InNOut

If it ain't bout a bag then bro don't include me

Balmain's or the Nudies

I walk in the club I'm ducking the groupies

They always seem to seduce me

Talk to me nice

Talk to me spicy

Baby come talk to me juicy

Better not talk to me loosely

I got a Uzi

I just might spray at you goofies

Wait

Look at my jewelry uh

Got clips like a movie

Nut on her booty

Beat up the coochie uh

They ain't got no life

I know they be worried bout what I be doing huh

You mention my name

I see you in traffic

And brody start shooting huh

I feel like I entered beast mode

I wake up early count cash up

I'm in the black truck

Swing through your block in all black

And you know brody masked up

I can't be worried bout shit

Cause I'm focused on money

I'm running that bag up

I can't be worried bout shit

Cause I'm focused on money

I'm running that bag up

I just be moving low key tho

I grew up in EO

Yeah those are my stomping grounds

Cross me it's over

This weight on my shoulders

It's nothing yeah I get it popping now

223 bullets we do what they couldn't

They running when they hear the choppa sound

The way I be balling

The labels be calling like Daidough I need you to sign it now

But I'm like Sonic now

I just be riding round

Ready to blow out the opposition

I give a fuck bout the competition

When I drop my new tape **** down to listen

Cause I be ripping shit

Way I be mixing shit

**** like how is he not a chemist

I tell them bow and ask for forgiveness

Cause bitch I'm a god I am not a menace

I be flexing in my town

Bet you heard me

You heard me

My beamer so loud

Bet you heard me and curved me

Bitch I'm driving cars call me Herbie

Can't let them know up

Cause they lurkin, they twirlin

And there's hurdles in this game like it's a Circus

You clowning bitch

I'm talking big racks I can't even drive a Audi bitch

I'm bout to run the sack up and you know that I'm outtie bitch

Youngest in my town and I want a Maserati bitch

And you know I got the tints on a 530i

Everybody bout to look when they see the angel eyes

I always wear my hood cause you know I be in disguise

Always be outside but you know that I love to hide