You say you packin that gun
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
You only run from my drum
I'll lay you down in the blood
Flex and finessin the plug
Diamonds they drippin so cold
I put the heat on the road
Dive in the pussy so bold
You say you hittin it good
I say you doin it wrong
Puttin the check in the bag
Rockin designer she say that I'm bad
Totin up all of the tags
Hunna shot hittin you down for the pack
Sendin her back in the past
Nina be hittin em down with a blast
Itchin at all of my scabs
Stitchin my sorrows ain't feelin regret
I'm ballin so hard just like I'm with the Raptors
I'm smokin this dope got me high in the rafters
I f*cked your lil bitch she a thot so I passed her
I plot on you niggas I carry my clapper
The dirtiest thirty the stick got my ratchet
Got Cheeto burritos that shit is a classic
Don't take no more Xans so you won't catch me lacking
I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping
(I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping)
These niggas be mad that I'm young and I'm rich
They really be mad when I'm f*ckin their bitch
Got caught in a jam and he flipped like a switch
He bro doin life so he opened his lips
Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch
(Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch)
You say you packin that gun
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
So when I come up with the heat
You better pause makin you obsolete
Diamonds they cover my teeth
Drippin designer till I'm in the lead
Talkin bag you ain't got it yet
40 blow you like a Prada bitch
Stuntin up I be thumbin checks
It's EBG LNS
You won't catch me out in the street
My niggas is killers they drilling for me
Beretta M9 and a couple of beams
Trappin all night I can never get sleep
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You say you packin that gun
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
You only run from my drum
I'll lay you down in the blood
Flex and finessin the plug
Diamonds they drippin so cold
I put the heat on the road
Dive in the pussy so bold
You say you hittin it good
I say you doin it wrong
Puttin the check in the bag
Rockin designer she say that I'm bad
Totin up all of the tags
Hunna shot hittin you down for the pack
Sendin her back in the past
Nina be hittin em down with a blast
Itchin at all of my scabs
Stitchin my sorrows ain't feelin regret
I'm ballin so hard just like I'm with the Raptors
I'm smokin this dope got me high in the rafters
I f*cked your lil bitch she a thot so I passed her
I plot on you niggas I carry my clapper
The dirtiest thirty the stick got my ratchet
Got Cheeto burritos that shit is a classic
Don't take no more Xans so you won't catch me lacking
I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping
(I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping)
These niggas be mad that I'm young and I'm rich
They really be mad when I'm f*ckin their bitch
Got caught in a jam and he flipped like a switch
He bro doin life so he opened his lips
Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch
(Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch)
You say you packin that gun
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
So when I come up with the heat
You better pause makin you obsolete
Diamonds they cover my teeth
Drippin designer till I'm in the lead
Talkin bag you ain't got it yet
40 blow you like a Prada bitch
Stuntin up I be thumbin checks
It's EBG LNS
You won't catch me out in the street
My niggas is killers they drilling for me
Beretta M9 and a couple of beams
Trappin all night I can never get sleep
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
You only run from my drum
I'll lay you down in the blood
Flex and finessin the plug
Diamonds they drippin so cold
I put the heat on the road
Dive in the pussy so bold
You say you hittin it good
I say you doin it wrong
Puttin the check in the bag
Rockin designer she say that I'm bad
Totin up all of the tags
Hunna shot hittin you down for the pack
Sendin her back in the past
Nina be hittin em down with a blast
Itchin at all of my scabs
Stitchin my sorrows ain't feelin regret
I'm ballin so hard just like I'm with the Raptors
I'm smokin this dope got me high in the rafters
I f*cked your lil bitch she a thot so I passed her
I plot on you niggas I carry my clapper
The dirtiest thirty the stick got my ratchet
Got Cheeto burritos that shit is a classic
Don't take no more Xans so you won't catch me lacking
I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping
(I bust down my jeans yeah I really be trapping)
These niggas be mad that I'm young and I'm rich
They really be mad when I'm f*ckin their bitch
Got caught in a jam and he flipped like a switch
He bro doin life so he opened his lips
Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch
(Give him fentanyl bars cuz that nigga a snitch)
You say you packin that gun
But you still run from my drum
You say you run it so what
You playin all of my songs
You say you smokin the plug
But you ain't smokin on none
You say you runnin it up
You only run from the drum
Nigga we runnin it up
Bitch I got racks I'm the plug
We tote them choppers with drums
Double the dope with the cut
Hit the scene and I'm f*ckin it up
Send out my lil niggas for blood
My lil niggas they carry the pumps
Knock his face off his neck with a slug
So when I come up with the heat
You better pause makin you obsolete
Diamonds they cover my teeth
Drippin designer till I'm in the lead
Talkin bag you ain't got it yet
40 blow you like a Prada bitch
Stuntin up I be thumbin checks
It's EBG LNS
You won't catch me out in the street
My niggas is killers they drilling for me
Beretta M9 and a couple of beams
Trappin all night I can never get sleep
Writer: Adnan Benedict, Khalid Cowman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid