Lyrics Run - Lil Berete

Run

I run through a hoe like yeah-ah
Money I love to flex
Got a dumb lil thottie up next
Tryna go hard do my best
Why these niggas they hate on the set?
Niggas ain’t right so I left
This ice on my neck it don’t melt
Niggas keep plotting with my wealth
Im staying high in the sky
I be in the booth spitting fire
She gon ride me with no tires
Bitch I still flex with no stylist
I been plotting since a minor
Think quick nigga that’s why I got here
This shit right here my lifestyle
You sick nigga take a NyQuil
Yeah, dripping so much I got paint on my jeans
Riding the block I was nippin to fiends
Don’t come thru my way you ain’t talking bout green
I’m going away just like fleeing the scene
Ride or die for my niggas, I catch a homicide for my niggas
Bitch I ain’t picking sides with my niggas, connect like wifi with them figures
She can’t hang with me now yeah you know I can’t fall
All these fiends they just call
Bitch I ride on my dawgs
Hide the dope in my sock wanna hit up the block
I just grip on the?
watch it take off the top
And I’m screaming fuck 12 yeah you know I won’t stop
Only ride for myself and I ride for my dawgs
I got real niggas yeah all up in?
Take a ship nigga then I ran off The plug
Yeah, high in the sky, high in the sky