| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| Run it up run it up run it up run it up
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| Run it up run it up
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| Gimme the cash out the register
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| Run it up run it up run it up
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| Ima be flexin the diamonds and chains
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| Run it up run it up run it up
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| Pussies be runnin up but they’re not quick enough
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| Run it up run it up run it up run it up run it up
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| Tryna get that cash flow
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| No invite but I’ll crash though
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| Bust up through the gate lookin like
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| Here’s Johnny with the axe hoe
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| No shows wanna throw blows
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| But I keep throwin em back
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| Try to run up on the clique and get a couple
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| Teeth taken by the pack
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| Yeah that’s a fact, if you act up
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| Lucid got the bodies stacked up
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| Fuck your faction, fuck your fashion
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| Designer corpse in the trash, cunt |
| Act a bitch, reel em in with the right look
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| Got the right hook if they wanna front
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| Eat a pussy like I kiss the fish
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| Then I throw it back like Rex Hunt
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| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| Run it up run it up run it up run it up
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| Run it up like we was sprintin at the track meet
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| Smokin sour so you know that I don’t act sweet
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| 100 racks so ima show you where I been dog
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| That’s the shit that you been hearin since the end dog
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| Run it up, run it up, run it
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| I got the heat and i gun it
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| Foot to the gas and I stunt it
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| I don’t stay high I stay blunt man
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| Run up the commas and load up the llama
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| I fuck with the real I don’t fuck with no drama
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| Pick up the pieces and put it together
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| You think that you’re doing shit bitch do it better |
| From the U.S.A to Australia
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| Motherfuckers show love in the area
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| They know that I cause hysteria
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| Then I hit the stage and they stare at us
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| I’m super jaded that’s stupid faded
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| I’m grindin hard til Lucid make it
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| Hella vexed, i’m up next
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| Talk shit ima aim at necks
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| I don’t give a good god damn what your name is
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| Ima talk shit on a bitch til i’m famous
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| I could drop shit, blow up as the latest
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| Ima kill em all, motherfuck who your favourite
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| Fuck clout, designer, Rollies
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| Show me something that’s unusual
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| I’m fat as hell with a baby dick
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| And these bitches still say i’m beautiful
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| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| Run it up run it up run it up run it up
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| I’m just out here tryna make a milly, Ima be up next
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| Put in all this work on the daily so I can flex ay
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| Talkin all their shit I can’t hear it I leave em vexed when I
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| Run it up run it up run it up run it up
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| RUN IT UP RUN IT UP RUN IT UP RUN IT UP RUN IT UP RUN IT UP |