Sack (feat. Hqyungy & Onek)

I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack F*ck around and hit that lil bitch from the back And they know when we run, we be running from TAS I got to show that lil bitch how to act And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat I got rich I know they mad, hit the store I pop some tags Send you back, complete the test, countin' up, ain't gettin' rest Up all night ain't get no rest, I pop out and split his chest Leave his shirt bloody, yeah it's too much money on the vest Ain't no time to waste today what I did, I found the way That's a name, Cash Cow, boy I been getting hella pape What's his name I ain't heard about him, I can't show up late I had to cop expensive clothes, and Onek got expensive taste Aye, know I got expensive taste I dropped a hundred on that drip Pretty bitch she like to kiss I put a few right on her lip Whats the call like Nikki Six I shoot for 3 I never miss Remember starvin' for a lick my pockets thick now get chips Stack that shit right to the face and I don't share A pretty bitch without no makeup like me pulling on her hair F*ck the brakes I'm finna take the Wraith I'm slidin' to the lair The way these bitches on my dick I got 'em sittin' like a chair Lil bitch I'm runnin' up that fair I'ma run up that money, gon' run up my sack F*ck around and hit that lil bitch from the back And they know when we run, we be running from TAS I got to show that lil bitch how to act And they know I don't stunt I'ma run up that bag Told my brotha better keep him a gat And they know when we shoot, we shootin' it fast Up the Glock and then we leavin' em flat