[Hook]
Run it up like a f**in check (god damn)
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest
[Verse 1]
I wake up and chase me a bag (god damn)
All of my n***as be getting that money yea we love counting them bands
Hop in a whip you know its foreign (skrt skrt skrt) just check out the tags (god damn)
n***a talkin sh** gotta clip n blow out his whole back (pew pew pew pew)
Cop a backwood call up the plug and cop me some mo' gas
n***as wanted smoke now I'm smokin yo best friends (god damn)
n***as be mad cause I'm outchea chasing a bag
Yea I'm runnin towards the money (god damn)
Super fast like I'm sonic (god damn)
I'm smokin on chronic
Sippin this lean man I can not function
[Hook]
Run it up like a f**in check
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest
[Verse 2]
Dont f** with amateur b**hes
I'm tryna get all my riches
I dont be smokin no swishers
And I do not f** with these n***as
Little b**h I am da man
What the f** is you sayin (god damn)
Yo tongue is where I can land
Catching my kids you feeding my fam (woof)
Her little p**y tight like a Cheerio
She wanna f** me and all my bros (god damn)
She wanna be all up in my videos (I can't)
You can't do that cause you a silly hoe (woof)
Copped me a Fanta and poured me a four (slump)
My lungs is filled with hella smoke (pasto)
I got the sauce like the guy oh
b**h I'm done like Faneto
[Hook]
Run it up like a f**in check
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest
[Verse 3]
Remember I was livin lavish with 2 thots
Remember we was rollin wilding with 2 Glocks
And my n***as f**in savage we had shoot outs
n***as thought we wasn't 'bout it till we pulled up to they house
Pop out on they block and they sh** got shut down
n***as say they 'bout it but never gone bust rounds
n***as really dont want smoke I'm at your head boutta take yo crown (yeah)
n***as be cappin they talk sh** when I'm not around
Most of these n***as is goofy (god damn)
All of these b**hes is thotties (you know it)
Most of these n***as is losers (woof)
Thats why yo b**h topped me
All of my n***as be getting them bands
So much gwala it can't fit in my pants
Cop a backwood and I'm rollin that gas
Gang gang gang gang
[Hook]
Run it up like a f**in check
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest