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Yeah we run it up ayy, cuttin the line
Got messy bun with the sweats, and she fine
Ima hit later got racks on the side cuz I'm
Stackin these bricks like a house I can't lie
Chasing this cheddar, when bitches say hi
But I got zero time for these hoes while they try
Roll it up though, rollin the blunt to the sky
And I'm wasting my time but I guess it's alright
Yeah we run it- run it up ayy, cuttin the line
Got messy bun with the sweats, and she fine
Ima hit later got racks on the side cuz I'm
Stackin these bricks like a house I can't lie
Chasing this cheddar, when bitches say hi
But I got zero time for these hoes while they try
Roll it up though, rollin the blunt to the sky
And I'm wasting my time but I guess it's alright
They be all mad cuz I'm gettin this guap
Grinding my time all the way to the top
Ayy they wanting the smoke but they tell me stop
When they see me pull up pulling out double glocks
Yeah they think they can mess with my steeze
Flexing my money with ease
Thinking they shit when they driving a lease
And they tryna compare they shit up to my cheese
Yeah we run it up ayy, cuttin the line
Got messy bun with the sweats, and she fine
Ima hit later got racks on the side cuz I'm
Stackin these bricks like a house I can't lie
Chasing this cheddar, when bitches say hi
But I got zero time for these hoes while they try
Roll it up though, rollin the blunt to the sky
And I'm wasting my time but I guess it's alright
L-Like woah, aye gotta run it up in the sand
Yeah I'm only taking new bands
No old shit, I'm taking new cash
If that's yo girl then why she in my backseat
Ayy we Run her up like a track meet
Pullin up she listen to my beat
Pullin up, we bringing all that heat
Hittin with the 1, 2, shot you, hit you, got you
Put another bullet in the chamber while you run through
Words and life inside you put a bullet wit a choppa stock too
Wait, got that shit the bands crazy
I'm too late, nah I'm
Goin up and you hate
Puttin racks and bread on my plate
Guess it's fate, yuh
Showed a rack, now she asking for a date
Yeah No Tate, ayy, But I'm on my new shit
Goin up at rates
That are higher than ever before
Check my stats, check the score
Playlists crazy, open the door
Shit don't faze me, hard in the core
L-Like woah, aye gotta run it up in the sand
Yeah I'm only taking new bands
No old shit, I'm taking new cash
If that's yo girl then why she in my backseat
Ayy we Run her up like a track meet
Pullin up she listen to my beat
Pullin up, we bringing all that heat
Yeah we run it up ayy, cuttin the line
Got messy bun with the sweats and she fine
Ima hit later got racks on the side cuz I'm
Stackin these bricks like a house I can't lie
Chasing this cheddar, when bitches say hi
But I got zero time for these hoes while they try
Roll it up though, rollin the blunt to the sky
And I'm wasting my time but I guess it's alright
Guess it's fate, yuh
Showed a rack, now she asking for a date
Yeah No Tate, ayy, But I'm on my new shit
Goin up at rates
That are higher than ever before
Check my stats, check the score
Playlists crazy, open the door
Shit don't faze me, hard in the core
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