Street Runna Lyrics

Imma street runner I count

This cash I'm by myself lets

Keep them p's coming yeah

Yeah imma street runner I

Count this cash I'm by my

Self let's keep them p's comin

She love my voice I'm in the

Trap she wants me sing for

Her I made the drop we at

You're crib let's get the lead

Pouring I got a pint pour

Up a four none of my girls

Boring run up aa band she

Rub my back she know that

I adore it she hold my glock

She cook me breakfast all

Most every morning put it

In the perks it's pressed I'm

Poppin just how I prefer it

It's up in smoke I brought

The fire you know I that I

Ah burn it Run from my

Bag I ran it up it's safe to say

I earned it she let me drive

The whip I'm speeding you

Could say that I'm swerving

Pushing p to being pushy

I feel like a servant I can't

Talk with you I gotta run

I'm a big hoodie boy keep a

Nine on my waistline don't

Reach for my shit I got one

In the head I don't know

How I'm living but I know

How I'll die I put my life to

This shit I know my mom

Gonna ask why know she

Gonna ask why Shawty

Only fucks with me becuz

Im bringing trap vibes she

Drunk and driving tryna tell

Her baby stay with two lines