Run this shit I run it up
Run this shit I run it up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Run this shit I run it up
Run this shit I run it up
Always tryna slip in something new
Lotta people hate me that's the truth
We gon let it bang ain't no truce
My young boy he a savage on the loose
Do I want the Range or the Coupe
Get paid for putting pain in the booth
I'm Quick to turn my prey into food
I'm about to do the same thing to you
Look
Look
Who the f*ck you think you flexin on
I been running shit I swear my life is like a marathon
I be steady tripping got my life inside that carry on
And if you go against me got a Hanes tee I could put you on
They be talking crazy on the gram and all these social sites
Until I catch em lackin now they conversate with Jesus Christ
I be sippin dark yet my actions never come to light
Spitting all these bars that's the closest way I'm getting life
I be getting at it stack the paper
I ain't got no debt
Bout to throw like 50 in this rental
Just to charge them rent
I be living life the way I want to I ain't never stress
I update her fashion every time but she gon get undressed
Always tryna slip in something new
Lotta people hate me that's the truth
We gon let it bang ain't no truce
My young boy he a savage on the loose
Do I want the Range or the Coupe
Get paid for putting pain in the booth
I'm Quick to turn my prey into food
I'm about to do the same thing to you
Hard to kill I'm looking for my next thrill
It's coins to bills, I pull up em it give em chills
We live on the edge, I'm talking cliff side nice view
We so high up, it's a chain you gotta go through
You Talking to a boss vallet love to tell me Hi sir
Y'all monthly wage cost just as much as my tires
I can't even choose range or coupe it'll be the red for me
She just tell me that a need for speed is my cup of tea
I just do the dash, on the gas, I'm burning purple kush
Checks coming in, my signature just the nike swoosh
One foot out the range, boy the headlights match the laces
All black tints white paint and it's spacious
Always tryna slip in something new
Lotta people hate me that's the truth
We gon let it bang ain't no truce
My young boy he a savage on the loose
Do I want the Range or the Coupe
Get Paid for putting pain in the booth
I'm Quick to turn my prey into food
I'm about to do the same thing to you
Run this shit I run it up
Run this shit I run it up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Run this shit I run it up
Run this shit I run it up
