I'm a shining star
Shining far close range I Hit Em Up
Fast lane got me living fast I leave the lean alone
Brick wall I'm leaning on
Before I die gotta make sure my team is on
Interrogation room make show your team is strong
Can't put my sneakers on
A lot of road running in these motherfuckers
Stepping over mud puddles
Thugging with my 'cus brother
'Cus tried to take the charge that's only 'cause my 'cus loyal
Only 'cause my 'cus love me
Only 'cause my cus thugging
I been numb to feelings I ain't cry I lost my blood cousin
Cherish all my blood brothers
Left my stick at home I got my 'cus cutter
Rather be the killer than the victim bitch I love trouble
Some say I love trouble
I'm a road runner
I done got a taste of the road running
Chopper hold a whole hundred
Seventy in the clip today
Feigning for my music I cook it up like I'm serving yay
Rental car famous now three high speeds in a week
I'm in the car with thug
He served a nigga at the quick stop
Cool man I was dancing like the Tik Tok
I'm in the hood like a engine posted at the pit stop
Glock came with the dick out
These hoes hard to pick now
I get caught cheating I take my player charges
I was a star player on the team before the playing started
I'm fucking all kind of hoes
Million dollar nigga so I'm that nigga without designer clothes
Finer hoes in my bracket
In the mall with my ratchet
Got it for the low so I'm gone double when they try to grab it
Hustled for these jewels so a nigga die
He try to snatch it believe me
Bitch I came to ball like I'm greasy
And when she drop them draws
I'm gone bless her like she sneezing
Got me in the booth
Strapped up like a seatbelt like we in the coop
Got my toes curling up she spit on it she lost a tooth
Know that nigga burning from that forty shell came out the ruger
Knowing when it's murder it's like Nike when it's time to do it
(Hold it)
I pray every night God keep me focused
Dusse in my cup we finna make it we can toast it
If he rocking then I'm rollin
Get the drops you know we scoring
If he huff or he puff we gone blow the house down
Studio right now
Tryna blow the mic down
Tell your mans to pipe down before we fill him up
I was on stage before the show we tried to hit him up
Shell's get to picking up
To see that boy again you gotta dig em up
Nigga better leave me alone
I know you know I'm in my zone
Insecure with they bitch when Rondo step off in the room
They thought I wasn't coming home
I prayed now I'm on the way
I hope BG come home today
I wanna drop this song today
My money lookin long today
I been on some saving shit
I know you heard my latest hit
I'm loving on my latest bitch
Trying to make my paper flip and flip again
If the helicopter don't hit the sky we need to spin again
I was on a flight to another state when 'cus spin't the Benz
Getting it in he on the interstate adding up dividends
Hit my phone bout a dollar I bet I hit your phone back
F-N for my own strap gone and rewind this song back
I'm a road runner
I done got a taste of the road running
Choppa hold a whole hunnid
Seventy in the clip today
They feigning for my music I cook it up like I'm serving yay
Rental car famous now three high speeds in a week
I'm in the car with thug
He served a nigga at the quick stop
Cool man I was dancing like the Tik Tok
I'm in the hood like a engine posted at the pit stop
Glock came with the dick out
These hoes hard to pick now
Aye
Two hundred thousand sitting on the table wrapped in ziplocks
One hunnid rounds, switch come with a laser
Get yo shit popped
Ooh, damn golden diamonds dancing like a Tik Tok
Nigga I can't never lay on my sack I got a big box
Nigga I'm rocking red bottoms these bitches look like I tap dance
Yellow diamonds stuffed inside my chain
Look like it's pac-man
Real poverty, house is smaller than a trash can
How the fuck you put a whole block in that frying pan
Golden why you smiling cause I know one day my opps died
Nigga this shit for real we ain't stopping at no stop signs
Bro in love with sticks, he said he dead with a glock 9
I'm in the bo dropping me a 9 he trynna drop 9
Fuck the nigga bitch, he kill his self
Nigga real fast
You ever touch 250 bands
Nigga them real stacks
Me and Hot
Had the trap swinging, selling real crack
You gotta go out of town if you want to see a real sack