Ken Hunned - Run That Sack Up Lyrics

Keng on the keys like Beethoven
Lunch line wrapped around the spot
I got that drop they waiting on it
Work work
Hunned yea yea
If they looking for that drop we can show em where to get it at uh
No shorts need every dollar tryna get my sack
Run that sack up run that bitch up then go crazy
Block hot still tote my 380
Gotta bad ass bitch don't give a f*ck what I got
She just wana f*ck and shop bring me food to the spot whoa
Give massages rub my body like it's aching nigga
Keep it up lil bitch you might have my baby whoa

Mention my name bring drug dealers out and them bad bitches out cus they know how I'm coming
Like a nigga touched my kids or something
Lil bitch with me bad she blushing
Yea hunned shining right now this shit came from nothing
Ain't seen the kids in 3 weeks I was hustlin
Now Versace like f*ck it I'm spending the 50's and 100's
The back end came in on a Sunday I did a three pick on the parlay the over and under
Remind me of myself in the kitchen like Prescott way I'm pitching the onions
Yessir she feelin a nigga ain't said a word
1 phone call Aod niggas pull up ready to purge
Location tipping the 1st through the 1st
Good customer service don't know him won't serve him 1st rule when you working
Met ha Monday hit ha Thursday
Laws got had to curve em play pull up we send em around the corner
Aunty pull up playing Don't Cha
Say she gotta lil play still waitin on ha
He was looking for that drop she wouldn't show him Wer to get it at uhh
Still pinch out that crack nigga still get taxed
Run that sack up aunty run that bitch up then go crazy
Block hot still tote my 380
Gotta bad ass bitch don't give a f*ck what I got she jus wana f*ck and shop told her baby keep it solid whoa
Give massages rub my body like it's aching
Keep it up lil bitch you might have my baby

Hop in the ride behind tint when I glide right hand on ha thigh
Chocolate bitch with me a vibe
Pour up a deuce of that drank got me tired
Pop me a bean I can't lie Lil Hunned Can't he denied
1st she want me to f*ck but didn't want me to f*ck she couldn't make up ha mind
Fast forward now I hit from the back and the side
Keep switching positions we f*ck til she tired
I wake up and bust down a 9
These lil niggas be lying on tracks they singing and whining Damn
Soft gas corn in there
Do it for the niggas that been there
Unk told me whoever cook the dope put his foot in there

Say a nigga harder than lil Hunned he must be yo potna or sumn
Like a butcha in the spot way I'm chopping up onions
Put up every profit that I made in 30 days ain't spend a dollar on nothing
1Hunned shit no stunting
Soft got they nose running
Keep pressure they coming huh
Keng on the keys like Beethoven
Lunch line wrapped around the spot
I got that drop they waiting on it
Work work
Hunned yea yea
If they looking for that drop we can show em where to get it at uh
No shorts need every dollar tryna get my sack
Run that sack up run that bitch up then go crazy
Block hot still tote my 380
Gotta bad ass bitch don't give a f*ck what I got
She just wana f*ck and shop bring me food to the spot whoa
Give massages rub my body like it's aching nigga
Keep it up lil bitch you might have my baby whoa
Keng on the muhf*ckin keys nigga
HunnedFam Aod OnGo the label hun hun let me drop my bag real quick hol up hol up
Whoa whoa whoaaa whoa
Big Jeff engineering nigga trap shit