90 Day Run Lyrics

Aye

WrappingNotRapping Princess nigga

Pretty and paid

I'm on some hustle shit

Aye

Ninety day run, you better lock in

Brodie on the road speeding back bringing th'em drops in

All my bitches bad, call 'em the top ten

I done took enough losses, now Kyliqq just tryna win

I been ducked off hustling, everyday I'm punching two clocks

Save my ones, fives and tens then I stack it inna shoebox

I'm harder than a lot of bitches so they ain't feeling me

Only probl'em is Kyliqq ain't dropping too consistently

I hit up KrispyTrey and told my dawg I need a session

Speak that real shit inna booth

Just like Usher these my confessions

How the fuck you do me wrong and still think you gon get a blessing

Told my madre soon we rich you ain't gotta do no stressing

Me and God locked in like that's my right hand man

Even though I'm blessed, ain't scared to hit my knees and pray again

Like Baby said, I done lost it all and got it back

And every nigga in the past, I swear to God they tried to double back

Aye, but I done took off fasho

I guess they ain't had enough that's why they come back for more

Money on my mind, I'm getting straight to it

These niggas steady gassing bitches, but they straight fluid

I'm the chef who made the recipe I got the sauce

He like the way I put it on, bitch I got 'em lost

Finders keepers, whoever find him you can have 'em

He don't like no boujee bitch, if these gr'emlin hoes can bag 'em

I had to self reflect so now I'm on a different level

Every time I level up, this shit come with a new devil

No cheat codes to the game, you gotta stay down

And if bro don't fuck with th'em, you bet not bring th'em niggas round

Chilling with my bitches out in Vegas, this a new vibe

Hoes play follow the leader, I guess they all from the same tribe

They always said real eyes realize real lies

I cut th'em fake bitches off, we don't need no fucking ties

In my city switching lanes, on my way to the bandz

Once I cop this AMG, I don't need no fucking friends

Bitches acting like they fuck with me, they dead wrong

Once I peep some funny shit, I gotta get the fuck on

Lot of these hoes jealous, that's their main fucking trait

Like a rat to some cheese, yo nigga falling for my bait

Trap Princess, you know I'm dressed in fucking Bathing Ape

I'm innat zone, I'm innat mode, I'm on a fucking paper chase nigga

Ninety day run, you better lock in

Brodie on the road speeding back, bringing th'em drops in

All my bitches bad, call 'em the top ten

I done took enough losses, now Kyliqq just tryna win

I been ducked off hustling, everyday I'm punching two clocks

Save my ones, fives and tens, then I stack it inna shoebox

I'm harder than a lot of bitches, so they ain't feeling me

Only probl'em is Kyliqq ain't dropping too consistently