s p r i n t i n g - (Prod. Triple White)

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Triple White

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I been running up the game
On my own
I got a stupid money sack so
Please don't blow up my phone
I got a hundred in the drum
So call me LA Capone
And then I'm rounding out the
Lyrics so they came off the dome
Running laps but I'm all on my
Lonely
Like a duffel in the back of the
Car with all my homies
Standing up we out through roof
We kind of floating
Putting on a beat and I'll
Probably go to flowing

And I'm
Whipping donuts on the
Backstreets
Say you'll try to catch me alone
I'm never lacking
Say I'm hitting licks on my own
I'm never dragging
People into things that they'll
Probably mess up badly

I been running up the game
On my own
I got a stupid money sack so
Please don't blow up my phone
I got a hundred in the drum
So call me LA Capone
And then I'm rounding out the
Lyrics so they came off the dome

I been getting checks
And I been writing checks
And I been hitting licks
And I been getting rich
Saying that I'm wrong but
You knowing that I'm next
Saying this a plan it's going
Without a hitch
I been getting checks
And I been writing checks
And I been hitting licks
And I been getting rich
Saying that I'm wrong but
You knowing that I'm next
Saying this a plan it's going
Without a hitch
Saying that I'm lying check the
Chain around my neck
Saying that I'm broke
Check the tag upon my wrist
I know I'm sounding dope that's
Why I been getting lit
I know that there's a hope
That's what I been trying to get

I been cruising
I been cruising at night
Hitting up the parties but
You don't want to fight
I might've passed you all but
Lyrically I'm reaching a height
I'm running faster than a whole
Lot of those in my sight
I been cashing out a check
That's low fire on my rent
And I been cruising in the Honda
And I'm whipping the Bent
And I been deadly mortifying
But I look heaven sent
Cause I spit a lot of lyrics so you
Know what I meant

I been running up the game
On my own
I got a stupid money sack so
Please don't blow up my phone
I got a hundred in the drum
So call me LA Capone
And then I'm rounding out the
Lyrics so they came off the dome
Running laps but I'm all on my
Lonely
Like a duffel in the back of the
Car with all my homies
Standing up we out through roof
We kind of floating
Putting on a beat and I'll
Probably go to flowing

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