Lyrics

Run it up
Get me a bag, won't fuck it up
They on my ass, had to tighten up
My heart so cold, like an ice cup
Pour up the cup of the D'ussé
I was just broke last Tuesday
Before we get it on, want fore play
She suck so good, like no way
Been around a long time like the 64
**** used to play the Nintendo
Do this for my love & my kinfolk
904, represent hoe
Baby when you suck, go deep throat
This a one on one, like a free throw
Ass so fat, ooh woah
Big ass target to skeet on
Uh, bitches ain't cheap, **** please trust me
& when you wife you up a woman, then it cost you a ring
You still invest in something, either way you slicing the cheese
A **** eyes so low, a **** come me Chinese
A **** high as fuck right now
It's our moments in the struggles that define us
That's why **** staying dangerous, keep the nine tucked
Keep ya feelings outta business, so you can make some smart decisions, stepping foot inside this business can fuck ya mind up
Run it up
Get me a bag, won't fuck it up
They on my ass, had to tighten up
My heart so cold, like an ice cup
Pour up the cup of the D'ussé
I was just broke last Tuesday
Before we get it on, want fore play
She suck so good, like no way
Been around a long time like the 64
**** used to play the Nintendo
Do this for my love & my kinfolk
904, represent hoe
Baby when you suck, go deep throat
This an one on one, like a free throw
Ass so fat, ooh woah
Big ass target to skeet on
Run it up
Glock on my side Ima gun it up
She got her hair done Ima fuck it up
12 came so the dope, had to tuck it up
I grew up in the kitchen I can cook it up
Say you ain't heard of me? Better look it up
I'm a pro! I'm so far from a rookie bruh
I be in the foreign whip lighting cookie up (uh)
Faded
In the booth makin hits like "Jaded"
She heard my song one time she replayed it
Now her **** mad, really wanna hate it
Racks on me ain't nobody gonna take it
Yea it's on me ain't no need to debate it
Bad feeling ion think that I can shake it
Pass the weed tryna get elevated
I'm back bro
I been in the trap til my back broke
I been movin white no lactose
Murder on the track all she wrote
Ima take ya chain no Debo
Ima make it rain no free throw
Ion want ya no mo bitch be gone
The tag on my shirt say Vlone
Run it up
Get me a bag, won't fuck it up
They on my ass, had to tighten up
My heart so cold, like an ice cup
Pour up the cup of the D'ussé
I was just broke last Tuesday
Before we get it on, want fore play
She suck so good, like no way
Been around a long time like the 64
**** used to play the Nintendo
Do this for my love & my kinfolk
904, represent hoe
Baby when you suck, go deep throat
This an one on one, like a free throw
Ass so fat, ooh woah
Big ass target to skeet on, yeah
Written by: Derron Reid, Joshua Hackey
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