fl lotto – runnin lyrics
black man on his grizzle again
i’m on this griddle tryna make a lil sizzle again
eddie scissor my hands
teddy pender my grass
that sh+t is louder than the pistol in the grip of my hands
yeah my n+ggas coming+co+coming up
run it, ru+run it up
we went to countin hunnids from countin a hunnid ones
burnin a hunnid blunts
my mind is troublesome
my thoughts keep runnin+ru+runnin+runnin+ru+runnin
you n+ggas dummies son
talkin bout a mac wit a long clip
first i seen a 9 i was 3
seen 12 and i could tell they wasn’t on sh+t
cause one move and i could be on rip
stray shot caught him when they blasted off hip mane
got hit with that blocka blocka
you know that that sh+t sting
hop out the noose like rosewood ving rhymes
to grip the wood when i’m pulling up in that big range
and lately i been a bit strange… ain’t sh+t changed
i’m tryna find me a way to make some millions off my pain
and i’ll be good n+gga
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