I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin’ She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin’ But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami Witcho baby momma all in my DMS Wakin’ up she suck me up right in my jammies Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy Tell her eat it like a reesah I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars 20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign
Fuck ’em all, run it up what you think See on Instagram I’m poppin’ like a bitch yeah But in real life I struggled just to get Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib And I tell a nigga, fuck ’em all, I don’t want no lil’ bitch, I want the bands hoe She thought I wasn’t gon’ be nothing, look where I am, hoe I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials
Presidential aye Fuck a damn hoe aye I’m just worried about my commas and the bands oh aye VVS oh aye Watch ’em dance oh aye Telling me pick up my pants, got too much bands oh aye
Bloodshot Nigga run up on me, get his hood shot Hoodblock Nigga talkin’ crazy, get his hood shot Guwap I got too much bread she want the guwap Ouwap nigga just be careful for the ouwap This a new watch aye This a new drive aye Give a fuck about no opp he get a few shots aye Bitch don,t worry bout me nigga what do you got aye I could pull up big body or a new i8
I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin’ She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin’ But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami Witcho baby momma all in my DMS Wakin’ up she suck me up right in my jammies Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy Tell her eat it like a reesah I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars 20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign
Fuck ’em all, run it up what you think See on Instagram I’m poppin’ like a bitch yeah But in real life I struggled just to get Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib And I tell a nigga, fuck ’em all, I don’t want no lil’ bitch, I want the bands hoe She thought I wasn’t gon’ be nothing, look where I am, hoe I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials
Presidential aye
I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin’ She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin’ But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami Witcho baby momma all in my DMS Wakin’ up she suck me up right in my jammies Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy