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[Intro]
(-Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus]
Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us
I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough
My boss bitch, her patek buss
Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch
Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch
I’m hella rich, I ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god
We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us
Just love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck
We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck
[Verse 1]
They keep sayin’ I’m hot, tryna keep my cool
I was on cloud 9, woke up on the moon
Told the feds free Goon, he like a mixtape coming soon
I like her vibe, she cool
Let her try my shrooms
Sеxy mama, let her try my, let hеr drive my car
I’ma let her try, she a ride or die, I done raised the bar
They can’t see my scars, they don’t know my heart
They prepared for this war, they can’t tell that this ours
[Chorus]
Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us
I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough
My boss bitch, her patek buss
Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch
Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch
I’m hella rich, I ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god
We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us
Love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck
We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck
[Verse 2]
These niggas slick, throw shots, tryna blow my high
This a inside job, niggas playing both sides
Pockets inside-out, broke, feds don’t pay them no mind
I didn’t need nobody co-sign
Finger like glitters, all of them shine
He is not a loc, he no real slime, he ain’t none of my kind
He is not a goat, not in his time, I can see it, ain’t blind
I’ma get her, she fine
Bentley hold her by the sides
Pussy deep I’m bout to dive
Super soaker, slippy slatt
[Chorus]
Bossed up your whole team, they mad at us
I’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough
My boss bitch, her patek buss
Baguette wrist, I don’t never touch
Biscotti spliffs, I’m rollin’ dutch
I’m hella rich, I ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god
We ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us
Love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck
We workin’ hard, ain’t never luck
[Outro]
Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, I swear to god we ran it up Swear to god we ran it up It ain’t never luck