Running Up the Numbers (feat. Kasio)

Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers man Give em all discomfort Running up the numbers and They gone get outnumbered Running with my brothers And we closing down the bunker Burn up all the Hummers Cause our Teslas never fumble Call in Kasio now we running up the numbers Snorting all this blow so you know I'll never slumber Everywhere I go you know I'm about to plunder Your girl walks up and let's me reach down under You don't wanna take shots at me I'm a gunner I'm a fuckin monster coming at you like Maze Runner Leave you sad about me like 500 Days of Summer Brighter days ahead yeah I see the rays are coming I don't have a smoke for you if you're gonna be bumming You're gassing up my tank I hear you breathing through the funnel You better back your bags man I hope you brought a duffel I'll have you dippin' on the ridges like some motherfuckin ruffles I don't understand your raps all of it is muffled Why does it sound like you're speaking through a muzzle? I don't wanna have to piece it together like a puzzle We will just move on cause we are all about that hustle Better call a bodyguard we're coming with the muscle And I don't mean cars I mean super hard bars That are so gnar gnar put you through the floor boards We about to go far driving gold McLaurens Verse is never sub par we got the lava flowing But yet it's so cold that it's got your mama frozen Look at the all fans man their adding by the dozens Like I said before we're fucking running up the numbers Running up the numbers man Give em all discomfort Running up the numbers and They gone get outnumbered Running with my brothers and we closing down the bunker Burn up all the Hummers Cause our Teslas never fumble Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Snap so fast they go clap like shutter Ass so fat milk bags like udder Afro man soul-jazz strike cover Eat that pussy 'fore I dump her call that shit the last supper Just a year ago I never thought I'd be rapper Now I rap and I mix and I master And who knows what's after? I don't need no answers Cause that shit ain't what I'm after I ain't try'na get nobody to spoil my second chapter I'm proud of myself I'm even proud of my Ls Look at them trophies on my shelf With all the whistles and bells How are you 40 with a lame excuse of a label hit my chat And then have balls to ask me to just to pay you for a track I got double the listeners and i got double the fans I am triple your talent and T-Bow can sign over that Shoutout T-Bow my brother my homie the king of Alaska Chilling in the cold waiting for em just to pass that blunt Shorty came to tell me 'wassup' She came to flex me to her friends like if our texts ain't enough See i forgot i even followed her that day I was drunk So right the second I was home I just unfollowed that thot - oo I'ma end this shit with freestyle Shawty so cute when she wearing them kneehighs A C-class Benz running over a beehive No decline Running up the numbers all meanwhile Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers yeah Running up the numbers Running up the numbers man Give em all discomfort Running up the numbers and They gone get outnumbered Running with my brothers And we closing down the bunker Burn up all the Hummers Cause our Teslas never fumble