Running Up a Margin

It's ah Boomer Boomer Boomer Yeah My lil thottie she ah hottie See that sauce that's drippin on me Took her Neiman Marcus shopping Might Chanel her or Dior Off the profit that I got it, cause I'm running up a margin Got these pussy niggas awkward cause some real niggas coming Woah stash sacks off in the hood when they hear the narcs coming If they spot the clientele, they go searching Dora Explora Use to trap when I was bored like the shit was playing sports Back then was a gitty bug use to pray to meet ah source Ran them commas up proper 20 when I dated doctors Still them semis kept it popping seen the Fendi that be on me I been spending up a budget see they fucking fake thuggin Dada with the fucking roscoe he gone blow it if he throw it Niggas got me paranoid what with all this slick talking Know the mafioso real cause the shit embedded on me Pray for my dawg who got the steel cause he booted off the molly Give a f*ck bout how you feel cause we takin what we want Say black who that over they Shout us out like TelePrompTer Why they coming round our way Cause the feel is dripping sauce Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket Know that we been on a cool run No sprinting niggas jogging Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin Long live Vito neighborhood hero Entrepreneur negro shooting high low or C low Ballin on these niggas so easy how I hit free throws Use to rob these niggas sweeter than might my bitch licking that pre roll Francis Coppola I'm shooting film casting departure Watch the haters shake off me they catch the clip when I spark it Lot of these niggas been told that I'm running up margins Fugazi homie you been fold can't trust you far as I spot ya That's why a nigga heart been cold on the hill behind Johnson's Skeebe keep hitting my phone, bust that left Columbia College Whole bunch of people acknowledge the fact I started from bottom Back when it was doing numbers an ran the commas up proper at Niggas from up top round to Dixie stayed with they hammer Buck, Toot, Thugg, Ghee, an Phoney they give us that swagga Reggie, Harp, Hook, Tim them my uncles and Dirty Darryl Assault batteries tempted to kills, faces been stamping Say black who that over they Shout us out like TelePrompTer Why they coming round our way Cause the feel is dripping sauce Got us feeling like we Zeke back in Ridgewood apartment When the shit was like Magnolia cause we started from the bottom 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off like a rocket That's Baby Boom Knockin' Know that we been on a cool run No sprinting niggas jogging Use to hop out of them sprinters niggas scatter see us running I can teach I can learn ya cause we running up a margin