Sack ft. Hqyungy & Onek Lyrics

I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack

Fuck around and hit that lil bitch from the back

And they know when we run, we be running from TAS

I got to show that lil bitch how to act

And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag

Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast

Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat

I got rich I know they mad, hit the store I pop some tags

Send you back, complete the test, countin' up, ain't gettin' rest

Up all night ain't get no rest, I pop out and split his chest

Leave his shirt bloody, yeah it's too much money on the vest

Ain't no time to waste today what I did, I found the way

That's a name, Cash Cow, boy I been getting hella pape

What's his name I ain't heard about him, I can't show up late

I had to cop expensive clothes, and Onek got expensive taste

Aye, know I got expensive taste I dropped a hundred on that drip

Pretty bitch she like to kiss I put a few right on her lip

Whats the call like Nikki Six I shoot for 3 I never miss

Remember starvin' for a lick my pockets thick now get chips

Stack that shit right to the face and I don't share

A pretty bitch without no makeup like me pulling on her hair

Fuck the brakes I'm finna take the Wraith I'm slidin' to the lair

The way these bitches on my dick I got 'em sittin' like a chair

Lil bitch I'm runnin' up that fair

I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack

Fuck around and hit that lil bitch from the back

And they know when we run, we be running from TAS

I got to show that lil bitch how to act

And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag

Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast

Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat