Ran Thru Lyrics

Can't love no naked mole rat bitch, I know she ran through

Lil jet black rotor off the chop, thats how I'm swinging through

I got it cheaper than you did, this ain't no bubba dude

I ran my route rain, sleet, or snow, 'til my toes black and blue

Run up a check, that's how we step

Ain't with the talking loud

I keep on giving this bitch a bone, she got a long ass snout

I flood the met out every season, like what the fuc

ks a drought

Came out the woodwork with the hate

No I ain't running out

I keep on counting up that check, cause I like that fettuccine

I took them clouds up off my neck, I need them VVS'

Something to smile in the dark, just to gleam match my teeth

I think she like my anaconda, I made it bounce like spring

And then she eat me up, like something offa stranger things

I got $150 on your nails, long as you move this sack

Just know this P gon' keep it P, no Jokic double back

We ran it up, fuck what you thought, lil nigga go get your cap

No I don't want that cheap ass bap, nigga we smoking rap

I feel like Biggie with this blizzy, this suicidal trap

And bitch its Friday when I ski, there's no-more locked doors

Now she wanna marry me, but that is not my WHORE

Can't love no naked mole rat bitch, I know she ran through

Lil jet black rotor off the chop, thats how I'm swinging through

I got it cheaper than you did, this ain't no bubba dude

I ran my route rain, sleet, or snow, 'til my toes black and blue

Run up a check, that's how we step

Ain't with the talking loud

I keep on giving this bitch a bone, she got a long ass snout

I flood the met out every season, like what the fucks a drought

Came out the woodwork with the hate

No I ain't running out

Switching when she see me, know she wanna sneak and geek

Bitch I got two chains, the rest the fit ain't free

She be tripping when im zipping, but this hustling in my jeans

Ain't no Jeffery's in my clique, no we ain't wit the butler-y

Just the cutter speak

Better watch yo lingo when you talk to me

It would be a shame to have your jewelry up on my IG

I took your shit come get it back, I'm on the Norf like Jabba back

I'll front shit like I'm Big Worm, Jack, I'll bust a peel and leave a perm

I can't go out like I'm Sherm

Niggas ratatouille and get popped, hmm how to eat fried worms?

Dip em in the chicken grease their mama saved before dessert

I'm a country nigga, my ATV gonna leave a desert

Smack me like some oxtails for some funds and for my fucking pleasure

Punch him out, don't need no special

Same shoebox since 7th grade, I told them boys to get their check up

Snipe shit like im slade, my titans aim

They gone blow shit like pressure

Clean yo block like Billy Mays

I wash my hands with 'Rox fore supper

Can't love no naked mole rat bitch, I know she ran through

Lil jet black rotor off the chop, thats how I'm swinging through

I got it cheaper than you did, this ain't no bubba dude

I ran my route rain, sleet, or snow, 'til my toes black and blue

Run up a check, that's how we step

Ain't with the talking loud

I keep on giving this bitch a bone, she got a long ass snout

I flood the met out every season, like what the fucks a drought

Came out the woodwork with the hate

No I ain't running out