[Intro]
Houdini with the bag, tell me why they hatin', cause I'm money makin' (Lah, lah, lah, lah)
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops than stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck

[Chorus]
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops then stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile, I'm thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck
Yeah, thеy say I'm on the come up, that's more funds
I just gotta keep my hеad up, gotta keep a gun
Just in case they try to kill me I gotta blow some
I gotta n***as who gon' blow for me, you don't want none

[Verse 1]
Damn, son, why you need a gun? 'Cause when I was young I saw the OGs have one
N***as wanna dab me up probably 'cause of where I'm from
So I'm thumbin' through them bands just in case I have to duppy one
Lawyer fees on deck, it gets real where I'm from
N***a talkin' bout these guns but homie never perked one
I got into the b&e's then I sold drugs
Fingerprints up on the glass, forensic made me a guilty one
But don't you see I rap and they like my tracks now
To the feds listenin' I'm getting feature money now
Boostin' up my audience to get some legal money now
'Cause I know you wanna see me in an orange onesie now
[Chorus]
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops then stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile, I'm thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck
Yeah, they say I'm on the come up, that's more funds
I just gotta keep my head up, gotta keep a gun
Just in case they try to kill me I gotta blow some
I gotta n***as who gon' blow for me, you don't want none

[Verse 2]
I just gotta keep my head, leave the opps fed up
Balmains covering my legs, get your bread up
Hoodied up like I'm Boogied up, nah, nah, nah, nah
Babygirl said she wanna fuck with a baller
Fuck it up loud in a blunt with some grabba
Uber'd up in a foreign whip, not a Honda
No strings attached 'cause I can't put up with the drama
They say my hot box comin' like a real sauna
See me on your timeline and they post my tracks now and they snap my tracks now, you wanna give me dap now (Dap now)
Like MJ, I'm doing bad now (Michael Jackson)
Another one uploaded on SoundCloud

[Chorus]
There's a whole lotta ways I can run it, run it up
You be floppin' on your wops then stop selling drugs
Tellin' me she love my smile, I'm thinkin' that she wanna fuck
You ain't payin' for the verse, well, I guess you're outta luck
Yeah, they say I'm on the come up, that's more funds
I just gotta keep my head up, gotta keep a gun
Just in case they try to kill me I gotta blow some
I gotta n***as who gon' blow for me, you don't want none
[Outro]
BFR, be from far