Run!

Kay Just woke up still fucked up Top floor suite boutta roll up my blunt 180 the dash out of state with my ugh My demons follow me girl, I can't run Girl I can't Run Nah No girl, I can't Run No girl, I can't Run She know I can't run Know I can't No I can't Woah Girl i've been running up commas Get that money I chase me the llama Drive to Vegas to get new designer All this fashion gon solve all my problems, nah All this money gon solve all my problems Pillow talkin' he don't want no problems Tell my boys to go get 'em We got 'em gone Ugh Girl I got 'em gone Ugh, nah Nah This bitch fresh out the shower she sending pics Spilled a drop of the wock on the homies Ricks I done spent your whole check on my fuckin' wrist Ain't put shit on my neck 'less they big baguettes Ugh, but girl if I get it I go I eat up that pussy I get it to go I've been fuckin' this slut she got something on her nose Pour a deuce in my cup F*ck it pour the whole four I've been running this shit my home right down the road Did this shit by myself, show my mama i'm grown Band for band with the opps but, I can't cause they broke Made a pack out his homie, they don't want no smoke I ain't tryna dream big cause that nigga a hoe Lil' bro bought his Balenci's for your whole wardrobe Uhh I swear all these niggas broke as shit I know my ex out here suckin' dick Shoot my shot any bank bitch, I won't miss Nah Don't let this shit fly over your head I just been countin' up my bread I know that she obsessed