pype dream - run it Lyrics

I ain't scared to die, bitch
I've wanted to kill myself
Since I was f*ckin' young
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Get off your ass and f*ckin run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Get off your ass and f*ckin run it
Run your pockets, I take that stack
Run that shit, I know you whack
Run your pockets, I take that stack
Run that shit, I know you whack
When you die
Who will cry
Shit not I
What's your life
Broke ass bum, hatin' ass slum
Broke ass bum, hatin' ass slum
Hit marker on your face
When I pull up to your place
Talkin' yo talk, I pull out my glock
Stole it, so what
Still puts you down
Clothes from the thrift store
I dress like a king
2k in my sling bag
Benji's all I swing, benji's all I swing
My dick look bigger in your bitches hands
What, okay
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Get off your ass and f*ckin run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Get off your ass and f*ckin run it
Run your pockets, I take that stack
Run that shit, I know you whack
Run your pockets, I take that stack
Run that shit, I know you whack
When you die
Who will cry
Shit not I
What's your life
Broke ass bum, hatin' ass slum
Broke ass bum, hatin' ass slum, bitch