Lil Skies Running Fast

Текст песни "Lil Skies — Running Fast"

I know i'm higher than a bitch i can't even front
But i ain't never had shit thats why i like to stunt
I know that nigga hating on me they said what he want
I know he tryna knock me out because im number 1

Bitch im ballin on these niggas jordan when i dunk
She popped a percocet, my lean she thought she was drunk
My nigga savage riding with the chopper in the trunk
I bury bars that pussy you know i dont ever bunt
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
I need that work i need that bag i need my fucking check

Im bout to break the bank
I make the trap jo
Im rollin up the skunk
Your boyfriend is a bum
He said he need that work
Like pull up whats your order
I save it like a hoarder
And go right to the border

My bitch a dime piece
Yo bitch a three piece
My niggas sellin piece
Yall fuck with kill piece
Remember being broke
They took me as a joke
Now treat me like the pope
My life's a fucking dope

Bitch i came up i don't flex for the gram boy i ain't hiding you know who i am
Niggas be talking i don't give a damn

Bro she like curry that 30 don't jam
I got it back now its all in my hands
Stayed on my toes i ain't switch on my man
Kill em be humble and stick to the plan
I'm in the cut i don't fuck with the vip
These females ain't loyal they always on dicks
Stay in the job i can't be in the mix
They want me to fail but instead i took wrist
Look at me now like i'm making them sick
Fuck all the diamonds i shine regardless
I got the vision yes i'm an artist
I tell em pull up cause we got

Bitch im ballin on these niggas jordan when i dunk
She popped a percocet, my lean she thought she was drunk
My nigga savage riding with the chopper in the trunk
I bury bars that pussy you know i dont ever bunt
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
I need that work i need that bag i need my fucking check

That nigga talking i know he ain't real
Say he won't swish but he won't for the deal
Work my ass off till my hands touch a mil
Rollin up dope getting high for the thrill
Gave her the D now she all in her feels
Hitting my phone all the time cannot chill
I do not love you i ain't paying ya bills
She want some cards but i hand out to phil
We got in love when we came in the door
Hoes and the couch money all on the floor
Ain't running out keep the bag in galore
I shine like a star in the clouds where i soar
Funny thing is i was just by the store
Trapping with bro making plays to get more
Now im on flights taking trips to explore
Give me two years and im going on tour
Its all we got but you know what it is
Now im the man you can't call me a kid
No looking back on the shit that i did
Hitting them licks laying low from the pigs
Rolling up gas drinking lean like im sick
Bro trappin hard making plays out the whip
Im in the studio making these hits
Chasing my dreams while they sit back and wish
Nigga you know what it is
Woah
Nigga you know what it ain't
And these niggas ain't felt all my pain
Tell that nigga just stay in his lane
Smoking gas and its smelling like dank
And my shooters pull up in a tank
And she love me im fresh out the bank
I can't save you girl i ain't a saint

Bitch im ballin on these niggas jordan when i dunk
She popped a percocet, my lean she thought she was drunk
My nigga savage riding with the chopper in the trunk
I bury bars that pussy you know i dont ever bunt
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
Im running fast to that bag all i know is flex
I need that work i need that bag i need my fucking check