Runners Pace ft. Mo Sella Lyrics

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(Mo, icekream)

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

Hit you with the gat run it back go clap

All these fucking hoes, man they rap so wack

Wait for the stats man your bitch so flat

Gotta tip toe chugging like I drink so fast

Got a man bugging when ur lips dont ask

Got an eiffel

Spit the blues like a rifle

Lit the fuse like I'm Michael

Homie I've been living to get it gotta go dip so fast

When the pistol flash

Gotta go to run it again

I've been dipping like I just stole cash

Got it fucking coming again

I'm in love with ur friend

Yeah the one with the big ole ass

You know I'm making the money

So when they go rob me u know Imma sell them

And I got no time to stay here with these dummies

So when they come asking you know what to tell em bitch

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

Making cash I don't buy and sell

Always winning gotta try and fail

Dirty money yeah that's gross profit

They like Mo stop went to climb and fell

Running up I gotta get it by the bell

leak the album gotta time it well

You don't like making music you do it to try to get rich

Man you're such a bitch

I could make a move I don't like taking Ubers

Yeah homie you better get Lyft

I ran out of patients like i was a nurse at the end of the shift

Like homie that's it

I don't really fuck with rappers

Cause they know I'm coming for necks

You better respect

Can't let it go to your head

If I'm a little more like you

I'd probably be dead bitch

Rapping hard and I'm a business student

I don't fuck with you, I've been the coolest

Man I've been in tune and this a different movement

I do some shit and say I didn't do it

You dropping songs and I won't listen to em

Ain't nobody fucking with the shit you doing

Might pull a 50 taking some flics in the city like I was a fucking tourist

I got no shit here to sell yea

Morty I'm Ricky as hell yea

Rapping is all I got, it is in my mitochondria

That means that shits in my cells

Fuck it, shits in my genes

Damn it that shits in my belt

Gotta be hearing the bells

Make your bitch wetter than Phelps

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace

Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away

I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day

I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation

(Now that's the tastiest icekream in the whole fucking world)

(Look here at the young face, a bright smile which could be the hope of the world

But in the other half of the picture, is revealed the seduction of the innocent)

(Icekream)