Runnin' & Gunnin'

(Good look T O... this shit hard!) Yeah Uhh Golds in my mouth when I pop my shit Yeah On God, a youngin' been runnin' and gunnin' How many miles? I'm talking 100 How many styles? I'm talking 100 Served wit a smile, however you want it Rappin' right now wit my slugs in... smelling like loud in the function Came for a pile of that money, left with a stallion that's down for the humpin'... uhh And I'm known to get it jumpin', uhh... got this bitch off the bungee, uhh Niggas thinkin' I'm stunting... nah this just a lil' something something Yeah these slight flexes, this light pressure... whip the flow up in Pyrex's Whether slow or the hype records... fly talk like kites and feathers Big clouds, this pilot weather... exclusive digs from out TriBeCa Well respected, well connected, well protected... real nigga trifecta Apply pressure like an open wound, trappin' out the stu, it's supposed to boom Got these hatin' niggas so confused, how he keep winning, ain't he posed to lose Nah... a nigga go hard... that's on God... that's on moms That's on squad... that's on Lavish... this for my dog... I'm going savage... yeah I'm peeling the backies, I feel it wit cabbage, I'm killing the rappin', I'm killing the fashion My children they swaggy, they just like they daddy, ain't chillin' til' I got a mil in the mattress On God, a youngin' been runnin' and gunnin' How many miles? I'm talking 100 How many styles? I'm talking 100 Served wit a smile, however you want it Rappin' right now wit my slugs in... smelling like loud in the function Came for a pile of that money, left with a stallion that's down for the humpin'