Runnin' (feat. D-Kight)

I said we young dumb but we not broke We ballin’ and we got smoke I’m pulling strings like a tight rope I smash your bitch like a cockroach If we fry then she toast I don’t mean to brag or boast All my honeys got the most We spendin’ hunnids at the store I be out her makin’ bands With my team you best believe If you not a fan of freak Then you can turn around and leave You’ll be sorry if this leak With my mixtape on repeat Got my boys up in the bando And B-Que up on the beat, okay I be runnin’, runnin’, ruinnin’, through the bands (Bitch runnin’) Got your honey, honey, honey, holdin’ hands (Hunnids) Got these hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, in my pants (Big racks) All she want the cash, not the romance (Yeah) Eh, Eh Mexican and slangin’ dope Got some mucus in my throat (Ohh) Rap ain’t really so (So) Homies smoke the doe (Joe yeah) But I’ll just stick to psilocybin while I’m writing Tell enlightenment I am arrivin’ (Uh stay trippy, uhh) I be, cookin’ shit up on the daily Every night studio lately Lyrically nothin’ but tasty Stop thinkin’ that you can debate me Just lookin’ out for your own safety Ain’t worried bout money just lookin for fans who are loyal and muffuckin hazy Wow, wow Ohhh ya brother Weed to kill the beat Eat sleep f*ck repeat Shlab three grams up every week Bitch I spread like a disease Master of the ABC’s Always rep the family They know who they be Always on their q’s and their p’s Dave supply the tree Bryan makes the beats Austin sells the t’s Connor is a g And Dom’s got the sexy feet They always down to twist up some weed And if you speak ill bout we Swing these arms on yee straight Bruce Lee I be runnin’, runnin’, ruinnin’, through the bands (Bitch runnin’) Got your honey, honey, honey, holdin’ hands (Hunnids) Got these hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, in my pants (Big racks) All she want the cash, not the romance Eh, Eh