| Bro told me run it up, run it up
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| I’ma pour in this double cup
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| You ain’t getting no bag, you can’t fuck with us
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| Don’t you run up on me cuz my gun is tucked
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| Wait it’s over, they want me dead
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| But I keep me a toaster, I gotta stay colder
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| I’m seventeen and ya boy getting older
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| Bro told me run it up, run it up
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| I’ma pour in this double cup
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| You ain’t getting no bag, you can’t fuck with us
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| Don’t you run up on me cuz my gun is tucked
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| Wait it’s over, they want me dead
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| But I keep me a toaster, I gotta stay colder
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| I’m seventeen and ya boy getting older
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| Wait I lost my homie like damn
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| Swear that shit wasn’t the plan
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| Flippin' these bands my nigga stuck in the can
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| Swear that shit wasn’t the plan
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| I just be chasing and chasing
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| Chasing and chasing
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| Chasing and chasing
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| Chasing and chasing
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| Chasing and chasing
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| Chasing and chasing the bag
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| I was dreaming and dreaming
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| Dreaming and dreaming
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| Dreaming and dreaming
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| Dreaming and dreaming
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| Dreaming and dreaming
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| Dreaming and dreaming about shit I was I could have
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| I was fifteen when my brother got stabbed
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| Only sixteen now I’m watching my back
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| Gotta stay strapped and I stay with the mac
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| I remember Lou told me lil bro don’t you lack
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| Bro told me run it up, run it up
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| I’ma pour in this double cup
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| You ain’t getting no bag, you can’t fuck with us
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| Don’t you run up on me cuz my gun is tucked
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| Wait it’s over, they want me dead
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| But I keep me a toaster, I gotta stay colder
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| I’m seventeen and ya boy getting older
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| Bro told me run it up, run it up
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| I’ma pour in this double cup
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| You ain’t getting no bag, you can’t fuck with us
|
| Don’t you run up on me cuz my gun is tucked
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| Wait it’s over, they want me dead
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| But I keep me a toaster, I gotta stay colder
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| I’m seventeen and ya boy getting older |