Run Out ft. Pilot Tenfeux Lyrics

New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed

I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit

Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,

That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,

Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,

I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out

Don't get me started smoking gelato like a ice cream parlor

I need my money longer that shit make me go way harder

New coupe with the backup camera they don't understand it

I wake up and get higher than ever, swear I ain't never landing

Young Tenfeux in the cut, smoking on wedding cake

I swear I love my bankroll I need a wedding ring

I told em check my resume

Told em let me get right, smoking gelato, I'm bout to take flight

Foot soldiers on me now, don't ask me the price

Put it on my life, counting up blues gettin high as a kite

All this money gotta count it twice cause I'm just making sure it's precise

And I'm rocking Number (N)ine just like some Levi's

I'm blowing smoke just like a chimney,

If it ain't bout a check, don't even hit my line cause I ain't friendly

I'm smoking gelato, hop in a fishbowl with a spoiler

If it ain't bout a check I gotta avoid it

Yeah you know I need some paper like a envelope,

Wake up in the morning, foreign hoe chewing me up just like some Orbit, my pockets on Norbit

New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed

I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit

Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,

That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,

Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,

I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out

Know lil bruh grew up in church the way he clapping

They pulled his ass for questioning he asking like, what happened

If that pape good we clap him

If that ass fat I slap it

Ask ya bitch about me bitch I probably been had it

I keep running up this pay had to check the mathematics

You ain't got no clean slate for the debt pass off ya ratchet

Your bitch ain't coming home tonight seen you text her like what happened

She gone let me all up in her neck I might just snap it

I'm getting legal money tryna stretch it like elastic

If I find a lick then I assist bet not be lacking

Marni flowers on my jacket you ain't got this

Tired of popping my shit bitch I'm the one you know who I is

I come in all black kicks to match spy vs spy shit

I ain't no superhero we can't start no damn alliance

You said you having racks you lying Why you never buy shit

Put up in the house you can't do nothing your pockets crying

New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed

I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit

Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,

That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,

Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,

I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out