Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin Thru Plastic, artist - Germ. Album song The Hijinx Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G59
Song language: English
Runnin Thru Plastic |
| Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt |
| Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt |
| Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don’t get left |
| I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain |
| Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain |
| These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah) |
| Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh |
| Bitch, I really do this, bitch, I did it, all this sinning |
| Who’da thought 'bout all this winning, I could’ve really used yo' presence |
| though |
| Bitch, I been that mofucka, clutching on that mofucka |
| Ready to blow this mofucka, I wish I would’ve listened, oh |
| I been on these downers wasting days like I got time to waste |
| Chanel rag 'round my head, at least I’m dripping on my dying day |
| I been bent off Perkys, a couple bars, I seen a couple stars |
| And keep them fuck niggas from around my way 'cause I’m already scarred |
| Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho |
| Bitch, I’m way too cold like choppas that y’all niggas claim to blow |
| I pulled fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho |
| All these emotions, roll a blunt, call up yo' bitch phone (Hah) |
| Running through these bags, I just can’t help it, I’m feeling myself (Feeling |
| myself) |
| Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt |
| Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt |
| Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don’t get left |
| I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain |
| Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain |
| These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah) |
| Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh |