Lyrics (Ayy, run that sht up, James) Ayy Ayy Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' sht Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the btch on read Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this sht on me cost Just put VVs in my mouth, I could've put down on a house Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shootin your ass down Can't believe you tried to "Sorry, baby," that's the past tense Shot at you some years back, you played, btch, it's over with Twenty raw, VVSs, crack a smile, Aquafina Sit back, I'm sippin' grey goose, technology purple turn me to a demon Scratch off in that Benz coupe, Palm Angels sweatsuit twenty blues One too many times, I feel it's tension, 808s shake the room Married to the streets, gift na curse, but I'll still play the room Seventy-five an eight, this ain't no ba y sht, this that silver spoon top shelf...grab it.. I lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health...yeah right Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself...have one wit me Got tired of hitting the road for it, told the plug just send it here Collect calls ain't enough time, free my niga out that jail...co sta try posting bail..my girl got me in...hell...scczszxxxzxsz Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit rrrtrrr Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit...(sealin) Hoe from high school hit my DM, I just left the btch on red...no time for dem games ...mind on aim.. Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags n bags n...bags...in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this sht on me costing arm n a leg...gottem... beggin... Just put shroom caps in my mouth, gonna put me up in outerspace...zoomin tryin me is a real risks for this, I could mop the street wit ya... ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shootin your ass down My Draco clip stay fully loaded, I keep one off in the head j m z the don dada, still won't answer to the feds On my side it's code and regulations, you know how we play it Two hundred thousand, all hundreds, I made this shit off the hallucinations it's all around I made all this shit out the trap, exotic 'bows flow in and out Go get the hoe out the suburbs n.....make her post up in the The ATF ran in the spot, took like 90K out the couch (on God) got alot to figure out but the flow can't wvr go south... We vacuum seal all the packs Make sure that the smell ain't leakin out (make sure you hide that smell) Addicted to that Wock', tap in with me when I'm up in your town (tap in, you need the seal) We ain't no rookies, I ain't no Ja Morant, twelve shots gon' shut him down, blrrrd Ain't no more car hoppin' and kickin' doors, I walk in buyin' shit Deserve a plaque the way I work that vacuum seal, I'm too legit Ho from high school hit my DM, I just left the btch on read Used to throw me curveballs, now it's why I ain't text her yet? Ain't no trap spot, we got bags in the loft Designer fabric, far from regular, this shit on me cost them Caps trippin in my mouth, I ain't leavin yhe house...trippin Took real risks for this, ain't doin' no tusslin', I'm shooting your ass down (blrrrd) (Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
