Cross Country

(Aeah) (Ayy)

(Uhhnnhuh)

Ayo Chris, I hit some of that lean, that shit crazy (For the long run)

(Long run)

Aye, yah, yea

This shit like cross country

How I'm in it for the long run

So used to counting cash, I keep that bag, I know it's goin' come

My ex bitch was a freak (A freak, freak)

So she got sent to the streets

Should've made yourself useful, tell the opps to come and meet

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

When shit get sticky are you with me?

Problems come are you goin' run?

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

I 'ont trip about that paper, I stack it up and then some

In the middle of a shootout, shootout

You type to 'ject the clip (Clip, clip)

I will not fumble the stick (Huuhh)

I just up and let it rip (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Oh, don't get your mind blew out, blew out (Huh)

Thinking you on shit (Hah)

Cuz we both know you ain't on that

And my niggas be warring

Haters love him but it's fuck him

Tell the opps to up the score and

Ain't no back and forth, before they get us goin' be goin' in

Outside nighttime from the morning (Morning)

Telling plays to pull in (Pull in)

You like oversleeping, that's cuz you ain't got no motion (Yeah, yeah)

I can't be laid up, got to chase off the wakeup

If you can't clear your bill in a week then you get a pay cut

But if I see you every day then I got to move your weight up

Have patience

That shit won't take long, just got to be in it for the long run

This shit like cross country

How I'm in it for the long run

So used to counting cash, I keep that bag, I know it's goin' come

My ex bitch was a freak (A freak, freak)

So she got sent to the streets (Street, streets)

Should've made yourself useful, tell the opps to come and meet

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

When shit get sticky are you with me?

Problems come are you goin' run?

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

I 'ont trip about that paper, I stack it up and then some

Can't put my trust in a ho

Say you not but bitch I know

And if a slick nigga like me come running down then you gon' go

How you say love me? Tho' okay

Left my heart my broke, no way

Now I'm extra draggy, draggy, baddies call me bae

They shaking ass at the Block Party

And sipping Bacardi

Oh, you like to get naughty

She touching on my body

Bring some for the gang

If they stiff they can't hang

I'm not a bad influence but you goin' loosen you take a drink

Try bring that bullshit you can't come, naw, but we with that RaRa

Goin' entertain that bag first before get caught in drama

Start to melting your inside's get hit with lava

You ducking oppers

Like they can't all get hit with fiyuh'

This shit like cross country

How I'm in it for the long run

So used to counting cash, I keep that bag, I know it's goin' come

My ex bitch was a freak (A freak, freak)

So she got sent to the streets

Should've made yourself useful, tell the opps to come and meet

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

When shit get sticky are you with me?

Problems come are you goin' run?

Oh yeah, the long run, long run, we in it for the long run

I 'ont trip about that paper, I stack it up and then some (HunnidHunnid)

Errything a hunnid

Errything original, errything TwoHard

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Yea'tye, we got another one