Run - Lil Berete

I run through a hoe like yeah-ah

Money I love to flex

Got a dumb lil thottie up next

Tryna go hard do my best

Why these niggas they hate on the set?

Niggas ain’t right so I left

This ice on my neck it don’t melt

Niggas keep plotting with my wealth

Im staying high in the sky

I be in the booth spitting fire

She gon ride me with no tires

Bitch I still flex with no stylist

I been plotting since a minor

Think quick nigga that’s why I got here

This shit right here my lifestyle

You sick nigga take a NyQuil

Yeah, dripping so much I got paint on my jeans

Riding the block I was nippin to fiends

Don’t come thru my way you ain’t talking bout green

I’m going away just like fleeing the scene

Ride or die for my niggas, I catch a homicide for my niggas

Bitch I ain’t picking sides with my niggas, connect like wifi with them figures

She can’t hang with me now yeah you know I can’t fall

All these fiends they just call

Bitch I ride on my dawgs

Hide the dope in my sock wanna hit up the block

I just grip on the?

watch it take off the top

And I’m screaming fuck 12 yeah you know I won’t stop

Only ride for myself and I ride for my dawgs

I got real niggas yeah all up in?

Take a ship nigga then I ran off The plug

Yeah, high in the sky, high in the sky