Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Getting hungry I just ran to the bread
Freaky thot she just tryna give head
Get her high give her wings like cadets
Spread her legs put my thang up her dress
Got sauce people love how I dress
Kicks drip think I made me a mess
New flight, new whip, more tecs
F*ck sex get head just neck
Really just ran it up quick
Got work break down whole zips
Got gas make pounds do flips
My shooters don't slide in a Lyft
My shooters hop out do em in
Walk down walk down get pitched
Dead app smoke zips get lit
Ran it up just stayed by the bricks
Really just here in the booth
Run it up think I need new shoes
Pop Percs drink lean me too
Pour fours can't drink no deuce
Drip hard think I need me a lake
New crib need a bigger estate
Just neck no sex that great
Drop top new whip go ape
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Ran it up straight out the north
Fifteen when I hopped of the porch
Selling drugs just to get what I want
So much pain I don't know where to start
Talk sick then your body get chalked
Walk down walk down get sparked
New whip pop out get barked
Niggas talk they don't even wanna start
Really just ran to the bread
More clips make a nigga eat lead
Ride out shoot a nigga no refs
Big racks make a nigga get stretched
Just stash all the bread new checks
Baby twerk like she tryna get fed
Buss it open if you want this bread
Freak thot send her back no cheque
Zone one three five throw sets
F*ck hoes get paid new cheque
Switch lanes new coupe got jets
Take off cause I'm off two sets
Need it all I'm collecting the bread
F*ck a fed they ain't stop me yet
Ran it up I just got me a cheque
Cant stop run it up till I'm dead
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Diizzy - Ran to the Cheque Lyrics
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Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Getting hungry I just ran to the bread
Freaky thot she just tryna give head
Get her high give her wings like cadets
Spread her legs put my thang up her dress
Got sauce people love how I dress
Kicks drip think I made me a mess
New flight, new whip, more tecs
F*ck sex get head just neck
Really just ran it up quick
Got work break down whole zips
Got gas make pounds do flips
My shooters don't slide in a Lyft
My shooters hop out do em in
Walk down walk down get pitched
Dead app smoke zips get lit
Ran it up just stayed by the bricks
Really just here in the booth
Run it up think I need new shoes
Pop Percs drink lean me too
Pour fours can't drink no deuce
Drip hard think I need me a lake
New crib need a bigger estate
Just neck no sex that great
Drop top new whip go ape
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Ran it up straight out the north
Fifteen when I hopped of the porch
Selling drugs just to get what I want
So much pain I don't know where to start
Talk sick then your body get chalked
Walk down walk down get sparked
New whip pop out get barked
Niggas talk they don't even wanna start
Really just ran to the bread
More clips make a nigga eat lead
Ride out shoot a nigga no refs
Big racks make a nigga get stretched
Just stash all the bread new checks
Baby twerk like she tryna get fed
Buss it open if you want this bread
Freak thot send her back no cheque
Zone one three five throw sets
F*ck hoes get paid new cheque
Switch lanes new coupe got jets
Take off cause I'm off two sets
Need it all I'm collecting the bread
F*ck a fed they ain't stop me yet
Ran it up I just got me a cheque
Cant stop run it up till I'm dead
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Getting hungry I just ran to the bread
Freaky thot she just tryna give head
Get her high give her wings like cadets
Spread her legs put my thang up her dress
Got sauce people love how I dress
Kicks drip think I made me a mess
New flight, new whip, more tecs
F*ck sex get head just neck
Really just ran it up quick
Got work break down whole zips
Got gas make pounds do flips
My shooters don't slide in a Lyft
My shooters hop out do em in
Walk down walk down get pitched
Dead app smoke zips get lit
Ran it up just stayed by the bricks
Really just here in the booth
Run it up think I need new shoes
Pop Percs drink lean me too
Pour fours can't drink no deuce
Drip hard think I need me a lake
New crib need a bigger estate
Just neck no sex that great
Drop top new whip go ape
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Ran it up straight out the north
Fifteen when I hopped of the porch
Selling drugs just to get what I want
So much pain I don't know where to start
Talk sick then your body get chalked
Walk down walk down get sparked
New whip pop out get barked
Niggas talk they don't even wanna start
Really just ran to the bread
More clips make a nigga eat lead
Ride out shoot a nigga no refs
Big racks make a nigga get stretched
Just stash all the bread new checks
Baby twerk like she tryna get fed
Buss it open if you want this bread
Freak thot send her back no cheque
Zone one three five throw sets
F*ck hoes get paid new cheque
Switch lanes new coupe got jets
Take off cause I'm off two sets
Need it all I'm collecting the bread
F*ck a fed they ain't stop me yet
Ran it up I just got me a cheque
Cant stop run it up till I'm dead
Really just ran to the cheque
Who knows new coupe come next
Drop top throwing gangs with the set
Last perc think I need more tecs
F*ck school I ain't pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
F*ck juice I need more hi-tec
Writer: Daniel Clarke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid