Runner
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Damn, let me get that one for that one
You would've thought I was a runner
Get to that money, I'm comin'
Textin' a bitch, I ain't stuntin'
Two-faced with how I move funny
Beat that shit on Adrian Broner
Number one zone on the corner
Deep in the streets, she can't have me
Still be lookin' for mama
Nowhere to go, need shelter
Ask my fam, they want me
No longer need your pleasure
After I nut, you phony
Right now, I can't see the devil
But I know that he on me
Bitch, what make you special
For me to buy you a Rollie?
Sometimes I want you to listen, I get serious
You don't wanna see me furious
Don't want a bitch like I'm on my period
Just based off my delirium
I been goin' through it mentally
Just hopin' that you curious
You say that you here for me
I ain't seen nobody here yet
Cry on your shoulder, bought you Tiffany
Fuck bro, you know you weird, bitch
Ain't nobody brought shit for me
Bought bullshit and they smeared it
Whole new cat, this bitch for me
I'm hopin' that you hear it
Go Tupac a bitch for me, yeah, I want that experience
Know I be makin' them hits
I drop this shit, then I'm gone
I'm doin' it right, you see me pop this shit, know I'm on
We movin' it right, we gettin' the bars, what's in is unknown
Think you finna knock me, catch me, pop that bitch, then go home
This lil' bitch ain't been movin' right
Please watch out, bitch was bendin' your phone
Told you it was that I'm movin' out with your friends
But then call me when you get home
Tweakin', thinkin' I'm new to the game
This bitch think I'm slow, bro
That's okay, next bitch I cheat with, I'ma play a slow song
Industry gang, nigga, I got heat, check, please just pass me the ball
Nigga ain't did nothin' with that heat yet, last year playin' football
We did it all if you ain't see yet
Please just know we shittin' on 'em
My whole crew lit, they know that we next
If they hate, we spinnin' on 'em
You would've thought I was a runner
Get to that money, I'm comin'
Textin' a bitch, I ain't stuntin'
Two-faced with how I move funny
Beat that shit on Adrian Broner
Number one zone on the corner
Deep in the streets, she can't have me
Still be lookin' for mama
Nowhere to go, need shelter
Ask my fam, they want me
No longer need your pleasure
After I nut, you phony
Right now, I can't see the devil
But I know that he on me
Bitch, what make you special
For me to buy you a Rollie?