On The Run ft. Big Moochie Grape Lyrics

Nigga having real paper

I aint going back and forward for nothing

Nigga doing all that rara get him smoked like a blunt

Nigga having real paper

She'll do anything under the sun

Nigga doing all that blocking

Nigga we toss yo hoe for fun

Niggas capping

Know your hoe going cause we the ones

Boy that stuff in

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Having real paper we the ones

Boy these niggas ass my son (these niggas children)

Pocket swole fat like Pun

Like Joe im still going

This shit on and they knowing

How yo trap slowed up my shit keep flowing

How this shit getting bigger and this shit keep growing

Wake up in the morning

Nigga I don't need no alarm

Phone going off nigga my plays going dumb

Nigga this shit aint chicken salad

But you better come get you some

Put that shit on just to serve something

Im fresh like at the prom

Took a nigga hoe he caint even go to the prom

Nigga aint even getting no money

Boy you need to go get a bomb

Smoking flava pack nigga

This shit taste like bubblegum

I want all the bread nigga

Want the rolls and the crumbs

She trying to hit the stage

Here them Pack World niggas come

Im trying to catch some plays

Sent the driver here he come

Know im having pape put a 30 on my arm

Nigga know im having pape put a dub on my charm

Better keep ya hoe away

Cause you know that bih going

I got all blue hundreds in big jeans they still showing

My gang going krazy nigga they getting stuff slung

Heard yo gang been hating they gone get they self hung

Nigga having real paper

I aint going back and forward for nothing

Nigga doing all that rara get him smoked like a blunt

Nigga having real paper

She'll do anything under the sun

Nigga doing all that blocking

Nigga we toss yo hoe for fun

Niggas capping

Know your hoe going cause we the ones

Boy that stuff in

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Having real paper we the ones

Boy these niggas ass my son (these niggas children)

Yea real trap nigga I know how to get off a bomb

Yea don't call my phone for no ounces bitch we go buy the farm

Spent 65 at Wafi put a AP on my arm

Yea another 125 just for my cuban and charm

Running through so much money

Put baguettes on my son

My lil niggas running shit down but nawl this aint temple run

Big Moochie Grape the big boss bitch im having funds

If see me out in public just know Gigantic stay armed

Yea I never had shit I went and got rich and bought 3 foreigns

Got a 2 million dollar house pussy nigga I could keep going

Got a trap house in the hood sit in this bitch until the next morning

I just did a show for 20 glock on stage while im performing

Niggas out here playing with fire you know how that go

I can get you wacked while I kick back smoking on Hariboz

Dth on the side of my face that mean don't trust hoes

An im married to the money to a bitch I cant propose

Nigga having real paper

I aint going back and forward for nothing

Nigga doing all that rara get him smoked like a blunt

Nigga having real paper

She'll do anything under the sun

Nigga doing all that blocking

Nigga we toss yo hoe for fun

Niggas capping

Know your hoe going cause we the ones

Boy that stuff in

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Rush me nigga this shit on the run

Having real paper we the ones

Boy these niggas ass my son (these niggas children)