Run It... Lyrics

Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,

Break it up and come and get it

Double up I'm 20 up

I'm running up another figure

I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver

Thinking bout my other bitch

And how I wanna fuck her sister

Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody

So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it

Phone jumping dough comming

Mo money dope running

I don't want a kick it witcha bitch

You really so bummy

When I pass away

I be fresh up in da casket

Witta automatic

All designer fabric

In the trap house

Witta Pack of aromatics

When I seen the bitch

I said out loud I gotta tap it

Nah I couldn't pass it

Gotta new strap

So you know I had to clap it

When she finished necking

I was feeling flabbergasted

Gotta new pack and I'm never finna pass it

Wit da G funk

Ima Reup on da green stuff

Try to keep up

Win steak every season

Beat up that lil bitch need Jesus

Weed head on the east side

With the leaf stuffed

Cheesing

Brand new sneaks no creases

Friending for another check all weekend

We been

Selling things to the Night creatures

Leaning, wit the codein I'm tweaking

Blower for my enemies

Loaded in my skinny jeans

Never goin broke

But this money don't mean shit to me

Sipping hennnesy

I don't know what got into me

Clip inside the heat

Wit da hollow pointed magazines

Bitch I think you killing me

You killing me

Never goin broke

But this money don't mean shit to me

Bitch I hope you feeling me

Loaded in my skinny jeans

Never goin broke

But this money don't mean shit to me

Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,

Break it up and come and get it

Double up I'm 20 up

I'm running up another figure

I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver

Thinking bout my other bitch

And how I wanna fuck her sister

Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody

So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it

Phone jumping dough comming

Mo money dope running

I don't want a kick it witcha bitch

You really so bummy