Runneth Over ft. Lil Flip Lyrics

Knowmsayin it all started when I used to make mixtapes knowmsayin, with the screwed up sound

(Fred On Em)

Say, say

I'ma act, one, two, niggas actin' like they forgot about screw

And yeah, the car old, but the fours is brand new

When our money got low, had to sell grams too

Bankroll get ran through when we ball, spend a hundred at the mall

Came a long way from the hood, we had roaches on the wall

Big diamonds in my smile, big moe up in my soda

Ain't no punk sippin', may my cup runneth over

You ever book Flip for a show, I'm showin' up with soldiers

After we spin on our opps, we roll em up in clovers

Rappers say they won't smoke, but when I see em, they be friendly

After my prom, I was gettin' head in a Bentley

I'm on that Beat King shit, we outside in a H

Some of my cartel connects like to hide in da H

I'm still pourin' up and showin' up, your rims ain't old enough

I own exotic pop, but I still flip that Coca-Cola stuff

The pandemic ain't hurt me, it made me stronger

And if you owe me more than ten, I'ma pull up on ya

I'm eatin' shrimp out in Kemah, I feel like Podeina

Now put ya lighters up for screw, that's how I rock the arena

I'ma act, one, two, niggas actin' like they forgot about screw

And yeah, the car old, but the fours is brand new

When our money got low, had to sell grams too

Bankroll get ran through when we ball, spend a hundred at the mall

Came a long way from the hood, we had roaches on the wall

Big diamonds in my smile, big moe up in my soda

Ain't no punk sippin', may my cup runneth over

I'm in a matchbox, came up off crack rocks, ain't no stash spot

We pourin' up and we showin' up, so pull your glass out

The inside peanut butter, swangin' like a motherfucker

My niggas don't sleep and treat beef just like Fuddruckers

Them dust covers come off when it's time to put them wheels on

Them hatin' niggas fell off, the real niggas still on

Told Ike to put my grill on and spray the car a few times

And I don't understand if you don't chop it, you don't screw mine

The head of the blue line, you lyin' for real

On the sideline with that hoorah'n', you bound to get killed

The money make me feel, the Za got me chokin

Pop the trunk, recline the fifth while the slab still in motion (Yeeaahh)

I'ma act, one, two, niggas actin' like they forgot about screw

And yeah, the car old, but the fours is brand new

When our money got low, had to sell grams too

Bankroll get ran through when we ball, spend a hundred at the mall

Came a long way from the hood, we had roaches on the wall

Big diamonds in my smile, big moe up in my soda

Ain't no punk sippin', may my cup runneth over