積分

演出藝人
Tooley
Tooley
演出者
詞曲
Darion Turner
Darion Turner
詞曲創作
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Chaseranitup
Chaseranitup
製作人

歌詞

(Ay, run that shit up, Chase)
Ay, ay
Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet?
Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft
Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost
Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down
Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby," that's the past tense
Shot at you some years back, you played, bitch, it's over with
20 raw, VVS', crack a smile, Aquafina
Sit back, I'm sippin' Keke Palmer, purple turn me to a demon (ay, run that shit up, Chase)
Scratch off in that Benz coupe, Palm Angels sweatsuit 20 blues
One too many times, I feel its tension, choppa shake the room
Married to the streets, gift and a curse, but I'll still jump the broom
75 an eight, this ain't no zaza, this that silver spoon top shelf
I lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health
Just me and 50 shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself
Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug, just send it here
Collect calls ain't enough time, free my **** out that jail
Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet?
Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft
Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost
Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
Took real risks for this (blrrd, ay), ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down
My Draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head
Big Shiesty the don dada, still won't answer to the feds
On my side it's code and regulations, you know how we play it
200 thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the med
I made all this shit out the trap, exotic 'bows flow in and out
Go get the ho out the suburbs and make her post up in the South
Johnny Dang inside a white bitch, it's 90K in my mouth
The ATF ran in the spot, took like 90K out the couch (on God)
Oh, we lit, we stuck for life, still the same **** from the South (we rich, we lit 4L)
We vacuum seal all the packs, make sure that the smell ain't leaking out (make sure you hide that smell)
Addicted to that Wock', tap in with me when I'm up in your town (tap in, you need the seal)
We ain't no rookies, I ain't no Ja Morant, 12 shots gon' shut him down, blrrrd
Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit
Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit
Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the bitch on read
Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet?
Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft
Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost
Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house
Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down (blrrd)
(Ay, run that shit up, Chase)
Written by: Charles Lloyd, Darion Turner, Lontrell Williams
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