You don't really wanna run up
Ain't no runner ups
Ay, I promise you I don't really wanna run up
Ay, I promise you I don't really wanna run up
Really wanna run up
Ay, I promise you don't really wanna run up
Other than my brother, ain't no motherf*ckin' runner ups
You get tore up from the floor with this hunnid drum
We bring them ARs out whenever that's a somersault
Airing out my nuts in the whip, got my leg out the window
Screaming you ain't got these SBs on
Fat laces with the tongue out
Doing a hunnid through your hood, this ain't a rental
You ain't rocking how I'm rocking your whole team in the dugout
Serving three fives of hard, call them bitches Baseballs
And if you ain't got the money, get the f*ck on
Real white boy shit, ain't no telling what the f*ck I'm on
Brought a 20 piece with me to the f*cking mall
I been balling since the 90s like And 1
My new bitch a ride or die, so I blew it all
You been hating from the jump, man, f*ck all of y'all
I'm from Carrol City, but I'm sliding through East Lauderdale
Give me a hunnid bowls, I'll get them bitches out of there
Real trap, let me not say it, you gon' miss the message
I get paid to rock the beat, I'm an American expressing
But this shit here get depressing, everybody round me stressing
This shit ain't black and white, man, it's chess not checkers
I ain't talking double-deckers, can't forget the gray area But that shit get hectic
Bout to drink me a 40 like I'm from the Bay Area
The older that I'm getting, man, this shit keep getting scarier
Feel like I'm in the jungle trying to dodge malaria
Damn, swear I gotta get the f*ck up out of here
Seems like everywhere I'm going, everybody wanna know
Man, how you gon' grow if all you wanna do is dope
See, it's hard to make it out when everybody around you broke
That's why everywhere I go, I be riding with that pole
I light your ass up like you was a new port
Shout out to my daddy, we be outside on the porch
Talking about life and how this shit supposed to go
And that's just how it go
I light your ass up like you was a new port
Shout out to my daddy, we be outside on the porch
Talking about life and how this shit supposed to go
And that's just how it go
Ay, I promise you don't really wanna run up
Other than my brother, ain't no motherf*cking runner ups
You get tore up from the floor with this 100 drum
We bring them ARs out whenever thats a somersault