[Chorus]
I was down bad, but I had to run it up
If you don't got a bag, then you need to run it up
Told lil' shawty, "I'm the one, baby, he's a runner up"
If you talkin' 'bout that cash, then you know we pullin' up, ayy
You not gang, n***a, you not one of us (One of us, nah)
Grab that Hi-Tech and I pour it in the Crush, ayy
N***as think they flexin', but they really ain't doin' nothin' much
I hopped up in that foreign, told my haters, "Eat my dust", ayy

[Verse]
And I soon might take that bag (Yeah)
Big Diego got too much swag (Too much swag, yeah)
Broke ass n***as need'a cash (Need'a cash, yeah)
I'm in the Mase' baby, no this not no Jag' (No way)
I'm sippin' that dirty and you know I'm smokin' gas (On that gas, yeah)
You n***as ain't real, so we leave 'em in the past
I still run down on 'em, leave it in a mess (In a mess, nah)
Every day, all my haters know we turn up (Turn up)
Play with the gang, it'll get you burnt up (Fye, fye, fye)
Tell me what you need, we got that pull-up service (Pull up)
Clownin' n***as, they belong in a circus (What)
Make the wrong move, I promise we gon' murk ya (Murk ya)
I can't do the green, only red and purple
Off the drugs, I be geeked up like I'm Urkel
You not a boss, you can't get up in my circle, ayy
New ice chain, it's wet like the ocean
Too much cash, my money not foldin'
Smokin' gas, I'm losin' my focus
I am the one, you know that I'm chosen
Fuckin' yo' bitch, her pussy is soakin'
Too many diamonds, my body is frozen
Hop it that coupe, you know that it's foreign
Straight to the top, that's where I am goin'
Ballin' these n***as, I feel like DeRozan
Pull the choppa, he run like Forest
Hi-Tech red, I call it the potion
Twenty-four hours, my trap is open
Big Diego, she say I'm the dopest
IceWater gang, we are the coldest
Say you get cash, then n***a just show it
Stealin' gas, n***a like I grow it
[Chorus]
I was down bad, but I had to run it up
If you don't got a bag, then you need to run it up
Told lil' shawty, "I'm the one, baby, he's a runner up"
If you talkin' 'bout that cash, then you know we pullin' up, ayy
You not gang, n***a, you not one of us (One of us, nah)
Grab that Hi-Tech and I pour it in the Crush, ayy
N***as think they flexin', but they really ain't doin' nothin' much
I hopped up in that foreign, told my haters, "Eat my dust", ayy

[Outro]
(Xool on the beat, boy!)