[Intro]
(Shut up, Lino, shut up)
[Verse]
Real roadrunner, I run up the racks, I'm gettin' that money in speed
They want a hundred, nah, I'm like, "What? No cap, this a plain jane Patek Philippe"
I spent fifty, my jeweler bust down gang, had to bust down, big Yus Gz
I come from nothin', bitch, I'm gettin' money, I'm slime, I'm signed to the streets
I gave her a dub, baby, I'm one of a kind, do your hair, your nails and feet
Hold on, she bustin', her neck flooded, I'm 'bout to buy her a brand new piece
I had to get it like, "Mama, I'm thuggin'," I had to get up and get on my feet
I'ma keep goin', this my ride or die now, who gon' give money to feed?
Walk in the dealer like, "I want this"
I want some shit that can go top speed
I want some shit just for me and my bitch
Throw on my chain with a big AP
Straight to the top, I'm like, "Mama, we lit"
They want me gone 'cause they know I'm a beast
I'ma keep gettin' money, keep stackin' the chips
If he run it up, bet we slow a nigga piece
She want a Birkin, she off a Perc', kick rocks, I'ma send that lil' bitch to the streets
Throw my mama a hundred, my sister a hundred, I got a whole 'nother family to feed
I was just out here robbin', now I'm gettin' money, I ain't think about bein' rich overseas
Cartier bust down, two-tone flooded, you ain't gotta be rich to go buy you a piece
Rockstar baby, livin' the dream (Pew, pew)
Leave a whole lotta blood on the scene
I'm with hyenas, fuck you mean?
I'm a vulture, I'm flyin' with wings
Bitch, I'm a star, you ain't see what I seen
Henny, thirties, nigga a fiend
Bro off the Wock' in and out his dream
Chopper go grrah, make a nigga lean
(Shut up, Lino, shut up)
[Verse]
Real roadrunner, I run up the racks, I'm gettin' that money in speed
They want a hundred, nah, I'm like, "What? No cap, this a plain jane Patek Philippe"
I spent fifty, my jeweler bust down gang, had to bust down, big Yus Gz
I come from nothin', bitch, I'm gettin' money, I'm slime, I'm signed to the streets
I gave her a dub, baby, I'm one of a kind, do your hair, your nails and feet
Hold on, she bustin', her neck flooded, I'm 'bout to buy her a brand new piece
I had to get it like, "Mama, I'm thuggin'," I had to get up and get on my feet
I'ma keep goin', this my ride or die now, who gon' give money to feed?
Walk in the dealer like, "I want this"
I want some shit that can go top speed
I want some shit just for me and my bitch
Throw on my chain with a big AP
Straight to the top, I'm like, "Mama, we lit"
They want me gone 'cause they know I'm a beast
I'ma keep gettin' money, keep stackin' the chips
If he run it up, bet we slow a nigga piece
She want a Birkin, she off a Perc', kick rocks, I'ma send that lil' bitch to the streets
Throw my mama a hundred, my sister a hundred, I got a whole 'nother family to feed
I was just out here robbin', now I'm gettin' money, I ain't think about bein' rich overseas
Cartier bust down, two-tone flooded, you ain't gotta be rich to go buy you a piece
Rockstar baby, livin' the dream (Pew, pew)
Leave a whole lotta blood on the scene
I'm with hyenas, fuck you mean?
I'm a vulture, I'm flyin' with wings
Bitch, I'm a star, you ain't see what I seen
Henny, thirties, nigga a fiend
Bro off the Wock' in and out his dream
Chopper go grrah, make a nigga lean
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