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(Run it up, Beezee) (AT) See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home We came from testing these pistols out on a open road And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes See, I've been making my way through these streets again Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon On or around me Wake up, uh Oh, these niggas need to wake up, mhm See, I've been trying to get my cake up in the morning while they yawning 'til the bank account is straight up, mhm-hmm See, I've been doing most of this shit here just by myself I could put like twenty of these bitches here on a shelf I've been going harder than like anybody else Ain't nobody harder in the west or in the south, I'm trying to tell you I've been rollin' 'round the streets with all my shooters' paraphernalia I've been really paper chasing 'round the world like I was mailin' I've been going through this pain, see, all alone, nobody care See, conversations on my own, all alone, nobody there See, I say twin in every song, if you was deaf, you still would hear it I put twin all on my charm, you get a shirt for their appearance SongtexteBentley Bentayga, I'm chilling on the road to the millions See, my villain league thirty thousand feet up, boy, I tell you See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home We came from testing these pistols out on a open road And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes See, I've been making my way through these streets again Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon On or around me Gotta keep these Glocks all around me These opps tryna drown me These opps tryna drown me But I heard they don't have enough paper for the bounty So, at this point, it's only bitches tryna hound me If niggas try to surround, I'm seeing red One inside the head Only thing I'm fearing is Allah and all these feds Diamonds, Amiri, VVS's up on my neck I'm in it for cheques They in it to flex, I tell you See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home We came from testing these pistols out on a open road And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes See, I've been making my way through these streets again Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon On or around me Charlie B NorthsideBenji Aus Songtexte Mania