Stacks & Chats

Always known to keep it hundo Keep it pushin' like I say so Never been the one to run away when it gets hard Gotta get it straight to the queso Showin' love to people have them actin' Like you owe him somethin' I just sit back Never run when things get pushed back Never gon' run ima lay back Ooh, she love an extendo A hundred percent in my ego Inflation to the roof Still getting bricks for the low Palms been itchy , she ain't no perks know that the money on the glitch way Just hit H-E-B for the bag How the hell you talkin'? You ain't even fuckin' ball enough Had to run it up, Yeah, it's the usual How the hell you talk when your girl's right next to me Never catch me kickin' it with no fuckin' rat now I dun f*ck this girl? Turn out to be his, I don't give two fucks known to have switches, never get too close Bitch gon' stab you, I can tell you, broke You ain't never ran a bag up, lil' goofy goin' sad, yeah, yeah These motherfuckers don't even know us These motherfuckers don't even know us It's gonna get wicked, you know we always have a gun up Run on the sun, and we stay till the sun up I know the shit gon' get sticky, you know it It's gonna get wicked, you know we always have a gun up Run on the sun, and we stay up till the sun up Welcome to the jug city Where we scam, where we scam Get it how we get it Welcome to the mud Paint that sauce Welcome to the jug city Where we run on the sun Sip on the mud Paint so mud And we run on the sun And we run on the sun Where we close to the sun And the music gon' take off Like the shit gon' pay off How the hell you gonna doubt me These motherfuckers don't even know us These motherfuckers don't even know us It's gonna get wicked, you know we always have a gun up Run on the sun, and we stay till the sun up I know the shit gon' get sticky, you know it It's gonna get wicked, you know we always have a gun up Run on the sun, and we stay up till the sun up