Guap run this shit up, nigga
I been running this shit up, seven days a week
I gotta ball for all my people
Kids gotta eat, money tall just like the bleachers
I want it all like it's all my season
I want it all 'cause I'm the reason
Shoot a text buss at her line, like whatcha doing"?
Easily influenced, tryna see me in the morning
I sent the text back, stop whatcha doing
Come over
Come over
Come over
Come over (put your legs in the sky)
Come over
Come over
Come over
Come over (fuck with the glocky on the side)
Flushing on the E-way, take a trip where she stays
Rushing to the money like I'm in a fucking relay
Keep shit the P-way, never trust a he say, never trust a she say
Doing shit the G-way
Cruising out 75 South
These VVS on my mama, my mama I'm counting up
Got a couple racks put a bounty up
Racks ain't non, we'll spend it girl, whatcha want?
I go put you in Designer stepping in your Christian loub
Mike Amari jeans at the bottom with the fendi boots
Chrome heart tees for the win
Heart so cold, I don't never ever trust shit
Proud of myself, look at how far shit going for me
Riding round in L.A., smoking zaza comfortably
Stay in your bracket, broke niggaz don't come for me
Smoke one and run up them racks, they don't come rich as me
I been running this shit up, seven days a week
I gotta ball for all my people
Kids gotta eat, money tall just like the bleachers
I want it all like it's all my season
I want it all 'cause I'm the reason
Shoot a text buss at her line, like whatcha doing"?
Easily influenced, tryna see me in the morning
I sent the text back, stop whatchu doing
Come over
Come over
Come over
Come over (put your legs in the sky)
Come over
Come over
Come over
Come over (fuck with the glocky on the side)
Glocky on the side
Come over
Come over