tr3nt!, Apo11o - Want To Lyrics

(They better check my status)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
(Run up if you want to)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
(Hey)
Check my status
Hoe, no you can't get no action
Slide on him while he in traffic
Burst yo bubble like a atom
Countin' all this cash
It's a quick route to all this fame and fashion
I want cream, money machine
Love it when I put that cash in
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
If she for the team, then Imma player if I want to
I got all these bands, I could blow em all if I want to
Spendin' that bread, keeping my head
Might snatch if her if I want to
Watch out for the feds, they comin'
Watch how quick I'm runnin'
I just be doing the dash countin' 100's
Spendin' cause it just keep comin' and comin'
Dead friends, you could say I was haunted
Black keys to the V it be hummin'
Paper chasing til' my stomach get hungry
Sippin' tea, don't got sugar no honey
(No honey, no honey, no honey, no honey)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
Apo11o got that stick you could come get hit if you want to
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
We got them sticks with extensions
No, I ain't talkin' Brazilian
We can get silly when I put the clip in
All of my niggas they with me got the choppa singing like Whitney
Imma just take her to Italy with fifty racks in the Bentley
(I'm feeling serenity)
I know they gonna get sick of me
But I'm so gifted you can't get a remedy
I got a watch on my belt, they wastin' my time
Everyday I'm on the grind
See we gon pop with no help, and I say all the time
I gotta find ways to shine
Your shit be lost on the shelf, to your label you crying
Now you go back and make dimes
I need to stop and get help, I'm insane with the rhymes
One day the game gon be mine
And I'm gon hit the road get this dough cause I want to
Wonder if she know, is he cold? He might ghost you
If I hit yo ho and give her pole, then what you gon do?
Yeah my wrist is froze it glisten cold like it's supposed to
I'm on the kitchen stove with them hoes ain't nothing they won't do
Do a different pose in them clothes and it's like show too
I might lick her toes steal her soul man I ain't gon hold you
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
I jus poured that wock and dropped my top, I might go ghost too

(They better check my status)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
(Run up if you want to)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
(Hey)
Check my status
Hoe, no you can't get no action
Slide on him while he in traffic
Burst yo bubble like a atom
Countin' all this cash
It's a quick route to all this fame and fashion
I want cream, money machine
Love it when I put that cash in
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
If she for the team, then Imma player if I want to
I got all these bands, I could blow em all if I want to
Spendin' that bread, keeping my head
Might snatch if her if I want to
Watch out for the feds, they comin'
Watch how quick I'm runnin'
I just be doing the dash countin' 100's
Spendin' cause it just keep comin' and comin'
Dead friends, you could say I was haunted
Black keys to the V it be hummin'
Paper chasing til' my stomach get hungry
Sippin' tea, don't got sugar no honey
(No honey, no honey, no honey, no honey)
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
I got all these guns up on me, run up if you want to
Apo11o got that stick you could come get hit if you want to
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
We got them sticks with extensions
No, I ain't talkin' Brazilian
We can get silly when I put the clip in
All of my niggas they with me got the choppa singing like Whitney
Imma just take her to Italy with fifty racks in the Bentley
(I'm feeling serenity)
I know they gonna get sick of me
But I'm so gifted you can't get a remedy
I got a watch on my belt, they wastin' my time
Everyday I'm on the grind
See we gon pop with no help, and I say all the time
I gotta find ways to shine
Your shit be lost on the shelf, to your label you crying
Now you go back and make dimes
I need to stop and get help, I'm insane with the rhymes
One day the game gon be mine
And I'm gon hit the road get this dough cause I want to
Wonder if she know, is he cold? He might ghost you
If I hit yo ho and give her pole, then what you gon do?
Yeah my wrist is froze it glisten cold like it's supposed to
I'm on the kitchen stove with them hoes ain't nothing they won't do
Do a different pose in them clothes and it's like show too
I might lick her toes steal her soul man I ain't gon hold you
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
I got all these guns up on me run up if you want to
I jus poured that wock and dropped my top, I might go ghost too