Lyrics

I'm tryna run that money up just like i'm post to be
Mane you know them **** getting money if they close to me
Gotta be on what he say he on if he approaching me
Got these **** mad they hating on me like it's pose to be
I'm onnat shit like what you on la youngin from the trenches
I got my brudda with me 5% tint thru the city
Skrrt off the block I kiss the curb on my way to riches
clean up the scene my brudda hopped out spanking shit with glizzy
I'm onnat shit like what you on la youngin from the trenches
I got my brudda with me 5% tint thru the city
Skrrt off the block I kiss the curb on my way to riches
Clean up the scene my brudda hopped out spanking shit with glizzy
Trapping hard we cooking chickens
Stretch the dope out with the Beni
We gave rock out to the city
Millwood posted cooking flipping
I'm fresh to death I hit the scene them **** know we getting it
I flip a sack than double back interstate up in Lennox
I'm tryna run that money up just like i'm post to be
Mane you know them **** getting money if they close to me
Gotta be on what he say he on if he approaching me
Got these **** mad they hating on me like it's pose to be
**** ain't as hard as me, choppa spit like the carter 3
I catch em fo he blow and now they saying he was hardly seen
Stay masked up like it's Halloween, **** don't wanna spark with me
I spin and leave em red I call that pussy bitch Mrs.Cardi B
You on dick **** swallow these, hollow hit like a Grabba Leaf
Swear these **** ass and be on dick these **** clowns to me
My guns that bitch apart of me, **** gay mane they prolly sweet
Get down the jail and **** get to flexing and get rocked to sleep
Come up onna bottom street, me and brolo on robbery
Came up outta poverty trapping hard in the partment deep
Momma ask what's haunting me? demons feel like they follow me
Too trapped out that hard with me, serving balls onna waffle street
We gone trap out through the city
Cooking hard for the switches
Brolo walk down he gone grill it
Two step shuffle he gone finish
I'm coming out when that money call, know TreBandzz gone get it
Remember hard times with a dark cloud I was clutching hard on my glizzy ( my glizzy)
I'm tryna run that money up just like i'm post to be
Mane you know them **** getting money if they close to me
Gotta be on what he say he on if he approaching me
Got these **** mad they hating on me like it's pose to be
Written by: Ethan Berry, Treveon Curtis
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