Runaround

Aye I got a bitch in Atlanta Pourin’ the tech in the Fanta I’m with the hoes like I’m Santa Doin’ 110 in the phantom Hit from the back and I made her sing But she cannot get a wedding ring Bitch I’m on top I feel like a king I got that lil bitch in love she do anything Trap phone, that’s a Motorola I poured a four in the orange soda Beat from the back put her in a coma She do a split on the dick like she doin’ yoga Look at my wrist is a buss down I’m in LA I just touched down Bitch I’m too high I can’t come down Lie to these hoes I just give ‘em the runaround Big Ka$h, know I stay gettin’ money Hit it once, now she sayin’ she love me I’ma shine, no you can’t take it from me I’m in the party surrounded by snow bunnies I want the guap, boy I need it right now Niggas is pussy they don’t wanna fight now Fuckin’ that bitch I’ma take off her nightgown She popped a molly and now she can’t bite down I had to run up a big check Rockin' Balencii I gotta flex Shawty a thot she love givin’ neck We sendin’ headshots, nigga f*ck a vest Niggas they know I ain’t like the rest Lil shawty tell me that I’m the best She lookin’ good in that sundress I got her on her knees, like she gettin’ blessed I had to boss up, had to get this shit out the mud She hit my phone, every single night, said she wanna f*ck Niggas ain’t real nah, all these niggas stay switchin’ up I see right through you, yeah you only showin’ fake love I’m off the drank baby, got the hi-tech in my cup I need a re-up, gotta make a call to the plug I’m in the space coupe, and it’s all white like a dove When I hit the stage baby, got the bad bitches turnin’ up I got a bitch in Atlanta Pourin’ the tech in the Fanta I’m with the hoes like I’m Santa Doin’ 110 in the phantom Hit from the back and I made her sing But she cannot get a wedding ring Bitch I’m on top I feel like a king I got that lil bitch in love she do anything Trap phone, that’s a Motorola I poured a four in the orange soda Beat from the back put her in a coma She do a split on the dick like she doin’ yoga Look at my wrist is a buss down I’m in LA I just touched down Bitch I’m too high I can’t come down Lie to these hoes I just give ‘em the runaround