Run Up The Bag
Lyrics
Running up the bag
Shouldn't have met my goals Ohh
You can have a bag
Cause I don't want your hoe
Had to dip out cause twelve at my door
Still the same nigga never changing my code
Still pouring lean out the side of my lows
I just want diamonds I don't even like gold
Shawty like the clout pull up and she blows
Another white bitch putting white in her nose
Lying to the doc like I think I gotta cold
And my chest hurt can you give me a four
Gucci been about that, now you know
Thick hoe with me look edible
XD Glock-19 boy we tote Yeah
Met her at a lake now I'm driving her boat Okay
Run up the bag I'm filling plate
Loving these drugs help me stay up late
Think I'm numb but I'm feeling hella great
Thanks to the drugs I'm in a altered state
Remember when I said I'm not a saint
Use my blood as art but don't paint
Heard my song do you get what I say
Ask for front bitch you better pay
Only feeling hate how I motivate
Bitch its getting late I'm at the gate
Tryna get this cake till I heard them breaks
I did the race I was on my way
Had to pay
Locked in cage cause a boy name Gage
Loving these drugs help me stay up late
Run up the bag I'm filling my plate Yeah
We can have a bag put your neck on gold
Shawty want the clout she just a hoe
Another white bitch rolling off molly and coke
Made another list achieved my goals
Cup full of lean I'm swerving off the road
Gone off the bean I'm Thankful for the bro
Dark ass world I might of sold my soul
Off white Jordan's but they not the lows
Running up the bag
Shouldn't have met my goals Ohh
You can have a bag
Cause I don't want your hoe
Had to dip out cause twelve at my door
Still the same nigga never changing my code
Still pouring lean out the side of my lows
I just want diamonds I don't even like gold
Shawty like the clout pull up and she blows
Another white bitch putting white in her nose
Lying to the doc like I think I gotta cold
And my chest hurt can you give me a four
Gucci been 'bout that, now you know
Thick hoe with me look edible
XD Glock-19 boy we tote
Met her at a lake now I'm driving her boat
Running up the bag
Shouldn't have met my goals Ohh
You can have a bag
Cause I don't want your hoe
Had to dip out cause twelve at my door
Still the same nigga never changing my code
Still pouring lean out the side of my lows
I just want diamonds I don't even like gold
Shawty like the clout pull up and she blows
Another white bitch putting white in her nose
Lying to the doc like I think I gotta cold
And my chest hurt can you give me a four
Gucci been about that, now you know
Thick hoe with me look edible
XD Glock-19 boy we tote Yeah
Met her at a lake now I'm driving her boat Okay
Run up the bag I'm filling plate
Loving these drugs help me stay up late
Think I'm numb but I'm feeling hella great
Thanks to the drugs I'm in a altered state
Remember when I said I'm not a saint
Use my blood as art but don't paint
Heard my song do you get what I say
Ask for front bitch you better pay
Only feeling hate how I motivate
Bitch its getting late I'm at the gate
Tryna get this cake till I heard them breaks
I did the race I was on my way
Had to pay
Locked in cage cause a boy name Gage
Loving these drugs help me stay up late
Run up the bag I'm filling my plate Yeah
We can have a bag put your neck on gold
Shawty want the clout she just a hoe
Another white bitch rolling off molly and coke
Made another list achieved my goals
Cup full of lean I'm swerving off the road
Gone off the bean I'm Thankful for the bro
Dark ass world I might of sold my soul
Off white Jordan's but they not the lows
Running up the bag
Shouldn't have met my goals Ohh
You can have a bag
Cause I don't want your hoe
Had to dip out cause twelve at my door
Still the same nigga never changing my code
Still pouring lean out the side of my lows
I just want diamonds I don't even like gold
Shawty like the clout pull up and she blows
Another white bitch putting white in her nose
Lying to the doc like I think I gotta cold
And my chest hurt can you give me a four
Gucci been 'bout that, now you know
Thick hoe with me look edible
XD Glock-19 boy we tote
Met her at a lake now I'm driving her boat
Writer(s): Gavin Ottesen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., O/B/O DistroKid
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