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me run wild - put the tracks on em
Niggas hit sprints, they don't last long
Let a bitch trip, imma pass on
Run the pace up, put the lap on em
Everybody

in the chat
Double G belt, I got Gucci on my lap
And that boy act like he flexin' but all he do is cap
Told him pack it up, ship it
See this life that

the belt loop
But I'm too busy for the braud and her child abuse
Citradelic sunset maybe I should roll two
Psychedelic sight colors bright enough to paint

a lap dancer
She a circus freak
It just occurred to me
Bitch paid to get her body done but she got curved for free
Baby you are not Meg you gon hurt yo

feel no pain

Floating down the river styx 
Twisted off of 6 different liquors
6 tabs of acid, 2 lines, 2 blunts, with 2 bad bitches on my lap 
Sinning

trying to fuck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my

headshot, huh
Red dot, huh
Head pop, huh
Jaw locked
I put double C on her belt
And she with me just cause of my wealth
I'ma run up that money myself
Yeah, I

of the game
I pass you again that's a lap
Too slow on the track
I jump in the booth that's a wrap
I'm up next that's a fact
Juju make it look easy
I'm coming

Look at these niggas, I really be making them mad
Double 'B' belt on my body, I might just go sag
Bringing it back with a Gat and I'll hit you with MACs

a way
Vining wit me
Got em catchin a wave
Glock in my lap
I do not play
Chill wit me
Let's ride the wave
Ride the wave
Pull up
Smoking the dope
Fucking

Still Safely belts on 

So Feel the Bass weld strong 

Yo Shout to drummers 

And all my guitar strummers

Another night another show another venue

trouble
captain knuckles
With a Gucci belt buckle
Chain on my neck look like sub zero
Arrows on me I'm green arrow
Eat the mickeys On me sparrow
On tv as if

She rockin the finest
Can't tell how i feel
She grabbing my belt
Loui, Channel, n Ysl
I'm fu***in with chu
So f***in crazy
She drop to the groove
She

like a cuddly nigga
Floating on a cloud oh my oh
You might need you belt I get your pockets fat
Like men who white
You might need you new what you need
I

Mannen maken zorgen als hun moeder belt
Ik maak me zorgen om mijn gucci belt
Na een show ik tel al het geld
Krijg koppijn als die chick weer belt
Ja

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
 
Got yo bitch blowing my dick like a flute
Louie my belt and Balenci my shoe
Chopper

Range shit to forget ya
Bodies under my belt
Just to make it official
I forget the hit mission
Never forget the pistol
Diggin' all the way in her
Killin'

belt and Lois Vuitton up on my laces
I’ve been in my bag and these niggas in they feelings
Drop the top, I drop the roof , you drop the ceiling
I’ve been

gold like a Pharoah
I keep extra ammo
Bitch nigga deep throat the barrel
My shoes Ferragamo
Belt Ferragamo
Watch Ferragamo
Shades Ferragamo
I hop out

But it was secure a bag in that race or get lap
Or where they was at your hair line if u wasnt straight like that

Face it I was brought wit a mom

really want that black Polo jacket, Louis belt
Designer shit, that you can't tell
I want everything, that's not for sale

Get them bitches straight from

no brakes to a billion
Smoke loud the strongest I match my persona
Run laps on these bitches I told them move over
Handle that business then hop in

Stop with the cap
This shit is just getting embarrassing boy
I'm all in my bag and I'm in it for the marathon boy
It falls in my lap
This natural

very last day
Running laps around you like I use a portal in the race
See me I'm demon call me Donnie Darko
I'm chillin with my fiends they just call me