Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
When I pass away
I be fresh up in da casket
Witta automatic
All designer fabric
In the trap house
Witta Pack of aromatics
When I seen the bitch
I said out loud I gotta tap it
Nah I couldn't pass it
Gotta new strap
So you know I had to clap it
When she finished necking
I was feeling flabbergasted
Gotta new pack and I'm never finna pass it
Wit da G funk
Ima Reup on da green stuff
Try to keep up
Win steak every season
Beat up that lil bitch need Jesus
Weed head on the east side
With the leaf stuffed
Cheesing
Brand new sneaks no creases
Friending for another check all weekend
We been
Selling things to the Night creatures
Leaning, wit the codein I'm tweaking
Blower for my enemies
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Sipping hennnesy
I don't know what got into me
Clip inside the heat
Wit da hollow pointed magazines
Bitch I think you killing me
You killing me
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Bitch I hope you feeling me
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
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Apex Wes - Run It... Lyrics
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Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
When I pass away
I be fresh up in da casket
Witta automatic
All designer fabric
In the trap house
Witta Pack of aromatics
When I seen the bitch
I said out loud I gotta tap it
Nah I couldn't pass it
Gotta new strap
So you know I had to clap it
When she finished necking
I was feeling flabbergasted
Gotta new pack and I'm never finna pass it
Wit da G funk
Ima Reup on da green stuff
Try to keep up
Win steak every season
Beat up that lil bitch need Jesus
Weed head on the east side
With the leaf stuffed
Cheesing
Brand new sneaks no creases
Friending for another check all weekend
We been
Selling things to the Night creatures
Leaning, wit the codein I'm tweaking
Blower for my enemies
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Sipping hennnesy
I don't know what got into me
Clip inside the heat
Wit da hollow pointed magazines
Bitch I think you killing me
You killing me
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Bitch I hope you feeling me
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
When I pass away
I be fresh up in da casket
Witta automatic
All designer fabric
In the trap house
Witta Pack of aromatics
When I seen the bitch
I said out loud I gotta tap it
Nah I couldn't pass it
Gotta new strap
So you know I had to clap it
When she finished necking
I was feeling flabbergasted
Gotta new pack and I'm never finna pass it
Wit da G funk
Ima Reup on da green stuff
Try to keep up
Win steak every season
Beat up that lil bitch need Jesus
Weed head on the east side
With the leaf stuffed
Cheesing
Brand new sneaks no creases
Friending for another check all weekend
We been
Selling things to the Night creatures
Leaning, wit the codein I'm tweaking
Blower for my enemies
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Sipping hennnesy
I don't know what got into me
Clip inside the heat
Wit da hollow pointed magazines
Bitch I think you killing me
You killing me
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Bitch I hope you feeling me
Loaded in my skinny jeans
Never goin broke
But this money don't mean shit to me
Hit the plug and I'm runnin wit it,
Break it up and come and get it
Double up I'm 20 up
I'm running up another figure
I ain't 21 but bitch I think I need another liver
Thinking bout my other bitch
And how I wanna f*ck her sister
Snow bunny do coke till her nose bloody
So funny, ion do coke but my hoes love it
Phone jumping dough comming
Mo money dope running
I don't want a kick it witcha bitch
You really so bummy
Writer: Wesley Salisbury
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid