Run Around Lyrics

Ugh

Ugh

Yeah

Think out the box, I get the money I get it a lot

Think out the box, I get the money I get it a lot

This off top, look at my cup, I pour some wock

Bitch I'm hot, I can't stress over no thot, man

I'm like God damn

They all on the gram, they be stunting

Nigga I came up from grams, spam

Settle for less, I ain't settle for nothing

Hardly be going to parties

That shit getting ruined, cause somebody came out with guns

Fuck it, I bun up my lungs

I'm on my way to the sun

My father don't talk to his son

He thought I would fall off of drugs

I'm still smoking on drugs

Nigga I turn to the plug

Nigga I turn to a socket

I got the crowd doing mosh pits

I got the crowd doing mosh pits

Aye what's that song, that's my shit

We smoking on gas, hybrids

Marty McFly with my fly kicks

Got hella drugs, come try it

I should be rapping with Highbridge

I should be rapping with Highbridge

I should be rapping with Highbridge

Ima artist, let's be honest

New York's fucking finest

Yeah yeah yeah

All these niggas be trifling

Freestyle, can't write it

Lil Bitch, get excited

Yeah yeah yeah

Run around

Run around

Run around

In the Yatta, with the top down

Do you wanna run it back, baby not now

Kyle Korver, white boy, shoot the lights out

We in the building, yeah we shining like a light house

Run around, 92, in the Yatta

He's lost in, got blood on his Boston

Yeah he bought in, but what did it cost him

Yeah the world brought him in, but they tossed him

He was lost in it

And he was found

He was grown up from the ground

Like I told you

We be running round

Like I told you

He bought into the old you

Yeah, what it cost him

100 bands ain't enough

He and Uncle Sam

In and out, and through the route

Yeah, is that your Uncle Sam

We the flyest in New York

Would you try to stop me, when I'm walking out that door

All we do is fuck, baby I'm not ready for the love I wanna give

Damn, I'm just tryna live

I'm just tryna get my M's

But I ain't chasing them, I ain't chasing you

I ain't chasing love

I be running round forever

Yeah

We getting busy, counting 50's, nah nah fuck it 100's

Not no Honda Civic, got the Yatta running running

I ain't here for the chit chat

Tell the DJ, spin that

Spend that, we gon get it back

Spend that, we gon get it back

All my life, I be chasing racks

I be chasing cash

I be stunting, got niggas mad yo

And I'm in my bully though

And I'm in my bully yo

And I'm in my bully yooo

Push me to the edge, and I won't fall

Who can I call when shit fall down

Nah nah nah, I can't calm down

I been quiet through the storm

A verse cost a leg and a arm

And I can't calm down

And I can't calm down

I been quiet through the storm

Yeah yeah yeah

I be running round forever

I be running round forever

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