Run Thru Curren$y (Ft. G Perico)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Eastside, nigga

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Game tight, Pro Club t-shirt neckline
I got a ‘57, my cousin got a ‘59
Town shut down, I’m in the driveway cleanin’ mine
Stayin’ ready on the Eastside
Lights off, flow in the studio meantime
Bitches pullin’ up, wait, check they temperature
It’s necessary, bruh, we cautious up in here
I’m runnin’ up in her, wearin’ protective gear
Hazmat suit, ragtop coupe, interior sick
[?] feelin’ legit, health at a hunid percent
Twenty-eight grams in a zip
I go through one everyday like hallways in a house
My shoe closet, like it all spaced out
Gallery, shit like a fashion maze
Never caught up in a craze, stuck in my own ways
Millionaires collaborate, I got my own Bape’s

[Chorus: Curren$y]
She just wanna come through (She just wanna come through)
She just wanna come through (She just wanna come through)
Tryna get run through (She tryna get run through)
She just wanna come through (She just wanna come through)
She tryna get run through (She tryna get run through)
She just wanna come through (She just wanna come through)
She tryna get run through (She tryna get run through)