Runner Up Lyrics

Call me stupid

Mother fucking Lazy

Bitch I'm shady

I got lady's curating

My open ocean of the Gravy

Man it's crazy

These people wanna pop another matey

But they don't hear what I'm saying

So I put it in they brain

What

Fuck a stupid running runner upper

You my supper

You my heavy setting rusher

Chop a perc up like I'm usher

You got tougher I got guns

Shoot a pussy steal his funds

Man it's so fun just to say

Yo' life ending right today

Okay but wait

The green is coming in like it's a lake

I be shooting shit, and loot a bitch

Boy this ain't GTA

We rob just cause it is nice

For the cash to come suffice

On my life

Sorry that I'm ending yours in just a night

It ain't mine that shit was yours

But I popped a bitch like puss is

Coming coming out my pours

Shit I'm sore get a score

The work is really working

Give me more

Pussy twerking what a whore

Grabbed her man and

Stomped his stomped his

Head into the floor

They say A$hy you too dark

Y'all the ones who killed my heart

You get the cheap and creepy people coming down from Noah's ark

I been cutting for so long

I think I finally made my mark

I been puffing on the bong

And then I make a work of heart

Fuck it Fuck that

What the fuck you saying

Mother fucking run that

Shit it up

Pick yo wrist up look at me

And put yo' fist up

Party and pick up

My groceries

Got my baby on the list of

What's to eat

Told her sit yo' pretty shit down Im going to feast

I'm a beast I'm leasing

People to get you away from me

They take another step and blood going flowing up on the scene

If you hoeing then hit the streets

If you showing it real discrete

I'll catch a body get forty-five

Rounds of the Molly on Pauline

Cause bitch we balling in Holland

Get on my jet if you calling

And ordering when I'm falling

Getting all my lean and a problem

I said like Hey, Hi

Hit it with a strap

Going to tap Mac

Breaking that back back back back

Did it for Zach

Get a big black

Forty-Seven going to put you in heaven

Call me stupid

Mother fucking Lazy

Bitch I'm shady

I got ladys

Curating

My open ocean of the Gravy

Man it's crazy

These people wanna pop another matey

But they don't hear what I'm saying

So I put it in they brain

What

Fuck a stupid running runner upper

You my supper, you my heavy setting rusher, chop a perc up like I'm usher

You got tougher, I got guns

Shoot a pussy, steal his funds

Man it's so fun just to say

Yo life ending right today

Okay but wait

The green is coming in like it's a lake

I be shooting shit, and loot a bitch

Boy this ain't GTA

We rob just cause it is nice

For the cash to come suffice

On my life

Sorry that I'm ending yours

In just a night