Closer 2 My Existence

Run it down, hundreds down, huss it down

Baby god, I lose my mind, I might go blind

Run it down, run it up, running from the po' po'

Bust it down, rob a bitch, we gon' take it slow

I got money, so for you, I know you want it bad

I got money, so for you, I know you want it bad, ahh

Might as we go to choppa town

All of ya guys will get blown out

The sun, was out

And the money gonna get shown out

Got airpod case but it's broken

Here's still something, and coastin'

All the pussy that I soak in

I got money, and I'm floatin'

I got money, and I'm floatin'

Closer to my existence, run it down, in a blink and in a second

He's caught rest and, like dirty seconds

Run in heaven

It's like if how that I am present

Right then, you can't stop me runnin'

I'mma- I'mma big boi hottie, choppa running

Choppa going down, get blown out with the fucking pound

I got money, money, money, money, money

That's my sound

Spittin' all these fucking facts

We go down like an avalanche

And you know I'm spittin' facts

And you know I stay with rap

And you know I don't ever cap

And you know I'm speakin' facts

And you know I'm speakin' facts

And you know I'm speakin' facts

Recordin' outside on a fuckin' play set

I'll leave you wet with a fucking water gun, yuh

We just swing both with an addy

I want to, 'cause there's nothin' y'all bitch ass **** can do

Can do, can do, can do, can do

Can do, can do, can do, ya ya

I never let the power out, let the power out

Yeah, I'll fuckin' take his bails, movin' routes

Yeah, taking all these slaves, I'm a road

Yeah, I may- takin' all ya hoes

Yeah, and you know well I said, bro

Yeah, and you know I stay on my toes

Yeah, we quiet at fuckin' nights

I'll bring you to fights

You ain't fucking right, I am fucking right

You is fucking wrong

Man you know what I'm sayin, ya

Ay, that money be so big in that surround sound

That shit may be heavy like a couple big pounds

I'm too close to my existence

Like cali is my mission

Wait, I made no sense to even finish my sentence

Guns the biggest violence, you don't know if it's silent

There may be a fuckin' riot to where smoke is way too violet

Bitch I hear too much

Man I think it's ultraviolet

I may crash my truck to where I wanna go collide it

Then I hear the sirens

Yes I mean the sirens

And I'm like, where is the pilot

I couldn't even fly it

That urge to keep on strokin'

Man, that pussy be so smokin'

And I may not even know it

Unless if she had shown it

Deadzz, we rich bro

We could find some new hoes

Hood rich mothafucka's, we so fast don't talk slow

This could be my last song ho

Had to let ya know

'Cause I don't wanna be a slowpoke

I represent the south side, I never let the shit slide

The underground Travis Scott, lets get it lit like imma ride

Ay you know what I'm sayin'

KDS shit

Shout out KD

You shout out Dizzy, you know how

You know how we are going, you know how it is, ay

Ay man, we taking over

I don't care anymore

We rich bro