On the Run

I walk in the street with that burner it start get to clappin’ I’m taking up bodies and shit I got this two tone on my wrist getting so much money I might just go buy me a bitch After I kill him I package him up and put him in a box like I’m Roddy Ricch They tell me K Jay you fire you spit I’m smoking these cookies I’m high as a bitch We pull up you run we don’t do this for fun and we’ll creep in the night until our job is done And we’ll pull up with fist don’t you pull up with guns And we’ll start dropping bodies while screaming red rum Don’t press up on me I keep that thing by my side try me I’ll blow it like bitch are you dumb I shoot like D Book I play for the Suns You don’t want the smoke go make everybody run I’m taking your shit run it back like a punt We spinning the block light it up like a blunt I get so much money I spend what I want I need an accountant my bank turning up My flow is so crazy I’m just heating up I stay number one at the top like I’m stuck I came from the bottom not giving it up You see this drip on me I walk and I strut I’m tripping off lean got this purp in my cup These haters still talking man shut the f*ck up I want me that Gucci , that Louis , that Fendi , that Prada Bitch get up off me you ain’t worth a dollar I’m not from the Spurs but I shoot like Matt Bonner I’m catching these bodies my Medal of Honor I’m still on the run like my name Jeffrey Dahmer You try playing with me I’ll take off your collar I walk in the street with that burner it start get to clappin’ I’m taking up bodies and shit I got this two tone on my wrist getting so much money I might just go buy me a bitch After I kill him I package him up and put him in a box like I’m Roddy Ricch They tell me K Jay you fire you spit I’m smoking these cookies I’m high as a bitch I’m smoking these cookies I’m high as a bitch You throwin’ it deep I’m like Sherm with the pick I knew I was gon’ make it at the age of six I’m drinking that dirty it all in my piss If we catch one of y’all , yall gon’ plead the fifth I’m dripped in Givenchy baguettes on my wrist I flipped me a pack caught a play like I’m Vick I ride with my woes like I’m Drake in the six I bought a new chopper it’s bouta get lit I’ll light your ass up like I’m taking a pic I’m young and I’m reckless I can never sit LeBron on a fast break D Wade the assist Rest In Peace Kobe forever be missed Get checked like you Nike you off of the list My brothers be popping like Wesson and Smith I go bar for bar and I’m killing this shit I walk in the street with that burner it start get to clappin’ I’m taking up bodies and shit I got this two tone on my wrist getting so much money I might just go buy me a bitch After I kill him I package him up and put him in a box like I’m Roddy Ricch They tell me K Jay you fire you spit I’m smoking these cookies I’m high as a