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It's what I do On my Luh Tyler flow shit (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Yeah Niggas, they ain't tell me nothin', had to run my own up (Niggas, they ain't tell me nothin', had to run my own up) They ain't throw your boy a bag, I had to run my own up (They ain't throw your boy— Ayy) They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talkin' cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the Mob, we might just shoot the shows up Wake up and grab my cup and I ain't talkin' Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the coldest I meet Jimmy Iovine or LA Reid (Where they at?) You know Face, he feeds thе team, I made realitiеs from dreams Might be a casualty, wrong place, wrong time Expensive wrist, but I ain't on time I love your bitch too, she a whole vibe Yeah, Gucci store is downtown, invite me to events All this money I done spent, it ain't shit, you know I'm lit, lil' bitch If you keep it P, that pussy good, you might just get a kick She just ate me up in that Benzo, then told me to give her a kiss (Yeah, alright) Fuck nah, all my nigga outlaws SongtexteHold the lean with my left hand, I'm a southpaw, I told y'all Stylist, she might called the IRS, she say I spent too much (Tripping) You better stay where you at, can't get me back, you done already did too much Yeah, fuck his ho, ain't shit to us, don't live like us, my wrist is stuffed Buy some cut, then whip it up, that's how you run your digits up Yeah, watch me take the codeine, clean Sprite, mix it up My lil' boy, he a boss, I should put Cristal in his sippy cup Every time I see my woes, I just yell out, "Get money" Yeah, runnin' up this paper in this fashion, I need Rick runners I finally cracked a smile and celebrated, this my tenth summer Yeah, yeah, made her sucked my dick, then cut her off because this bitch funny I got three chains swingin', I'm goin' down the greatest Have you ever made sixty from a pill from a native? Soda planned it out, then got it, I'd say I'm creative, huh? Since the number low, I bought me two and then I'm savin' one They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talkin' cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the Mob, we might just shoot the shows up (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Wake up and grab my cup and I ain't talkin' Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the coldest Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the coldest Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the coldest Fall for me, with you, forever plan AP with the leather band Catchin' feelings, bae, I'm tryna catch some head and go to bed My nigga burnt out on the Qua', I told him I'd trade him for red Tatted my name, do what I said like I'm Simon, yeah I used to trap, but got it off of rhymin', damn I'm legal now, I hit the bank and ask for a hundred, feel like I'm tryna scam You should tip me the way my diamonds dance You can fuck the gang if you want to, you know my niggas like my twins Spin, fuck it, spin again Another day, I'm sippin' rent again I could fit that shit you livin' in in the shit I'm livin' in Who you know gon' keep it a hundred like Benjamin? I don't know these niggas, yeah, this man ain't really listening Ayy, get it how you live, "How you livin', Face?" I'm gettin' it She's a pretty bitch, but she broke, it's not givin' it How you call yourself a rapper from the streets? I ain't seen a brick of dope Truth be told, these niggas, they can't see me on they tippy-toes Break a bitch, pimp a ho, break her without touchin' her Before I was gettin' money clubbin', I was thuggin' first Fell in love with a cup of syrup, Draco in a Goyard tote Took the Glock to the block like I'm Lil' Boat Name it, I done sold it, I done ran my own up I be havin' plays lined up before the load come I'm chillin', I ain't roadrunnin', I'm tryna make 'em come to me The crib fully loaded, so right now, ain't havin' company (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) These niggas, they can't fuck with me, I'ma tell it how it is I'm the type to burn it out, I'm talkin' never go again Hardhead, still chasin' it You know that shit can't faze me Took a loss and got it back and I ain't do no complaining I ain't trippin', I'll go get it, you know I'll go run my own up I'm the type to get a pitch and turn it to a home run Turn that to a whole thing Every time that phone ring Every time that door swing You can call the 918, I got a line on everything My bitch bought me a wedding ring, married to the mafia You know that I'm tied to the mob, can do a lot for you I ain't got no friends, all dead faces I spent two thousand on my jacket, Margiela and Maison I mean Maison Margiela Is that a brick of fentanyl or a check that you sellin'? They say straight drop'll turn you up Told my bitch that I'm a one-of-one Say that night shift get wicked, nothin' pop out when the sun come up They ain't throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up My lil' partner catching bodies, he get money, road run Talkin' cray until he solo, then that's when we squoze him You can't rap beef with the Mob, we might just shoot the shows up (Ayy, Tana, fire that shit up) Wake up and grab my cup and I ain't talkin' Folgers It's best you keep your guards up, I'm watching for the vultures I'm too rich, moving militant, my niggas soldiers Take your lil' bitch, mold her, now that girl the coldest Aus Songtexte Mania