Running Reds

60 Dollars for this, hmm, 60 Dollars for this 3, 5, p

Pshhh

Running reds and we pouring that I made a Squeezy beat stroke for a little snack

Money for that pussy, I ain't funding that 60 Dollars for this eight feet, hard smoking pack

If you can't do nothing with it, then give it back Boards on the window, yeah I'm at the track

I got my name in the streets, you got yours off the App

I got my CPA, but I got the year on my lap You Don't never see me, cause you barely cop

I only fuck with real joints, not the fatty wop

I never wanna super shoot, cause you petty drop

I can tell you homeless, cause you bossin' house To house

I'm in new shit, hit the brake and put your start

Six and a 20 ounce, ooh, my soul is dark

Two grams are rising in my woods, so don't hit it Hard

I'm betting for these denim jeans, ooh, these Bitches hard

Haaaaaa

It's a half a rack for my white tee

Fresh pair of crack heads, no, these ain't Nike

Spits at me, was I rolling? Oh, I might be

Acid strip on my tongue, ooh, it got me high

Closet door in Louis, I like to shop in private

Rolex on my left wrist, call that perfect timing

Gursky in my loose sleeve, pass me a lighter

Running reds and we pouring that

I made a squeezy beatstroke for a little snack

Money for that pussy, I ain't funding that

60 Dollars for this eight feet, hard smoking pack

If you can't do nothing with it, then give it back

Boards on the window, yeah I'm at the track

I got my name in the streets, you got yours off the App

I ain't got my CPA, but I got the year on my lap

You don't never see me, cause you barely caught

I can tell you homeless, cause you busting house To house

I'm in new shit, hit the brake and push the start

Six and a 20 ounce, ooh, my soul is dark

Two grams are rising in my woods, so don't hit it Hard

I'm betting for these denim jeans, ooh, these Bitches hard

Haaaaa

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