Bud
Lyrics
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
Look at me shinin', they really don't like me
I keep a stick in my hand like Hermione
I'll leave you dead if you really gon' try me
Step up, get pissed on like you're Jaden Ivey
I'm so cold, I leave him red like a Icee
That boy ain't solid, he switch when it's dicey
And my gun automatic, we gon' let him have it when I pull out my tool like O'Reily
Yeah, I'm really havin' my way
I feel like Chauncey, I just made another play
And I got God with me, Imma sinner so I pray
I know I gotta get it, I don't know no other way
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
I really be runnin' it up
He said he wan't smoke, so what's up
I ain't boxin', I'm keepin' it tuck
He tried run down, he ain't have no luck
He left with a clip in his gut
And I'm takin' the throne like I'm Tut
And I stay by the green like I putt
You get smoked up for callin' me bud
Blew a band, I got plenty more
With my clan, we got plenty dough
And I don't like nobody at this party, had to go
And I can't trust nobody, be on my own
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
Look at me shinin', they really don't like me
I keep a stick in my hand like Hermione
I'll leave you dead if you really gon' try me
Step up, get pissed on like you're Jaden Ivey
I'm so cold, I leave him red like a Icee
That boy ain't solid, he switch when it's dicey
And my gun automatic, we gon' let him have it when I pull out my tool like O'Reily
Yeah, I'm really havin' my way
I feel like Chauncey, I just made another play
And I got God with me, Imma sinner so I pray
I know I gotta get it, I don't know no other way
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
I really be runnin' it up
He said he wan't smoke, so what's up
I ain't boxin', I'm keepin' it tuck
He tried run down, he ain't have no luck
He left with a clip in his gut
And I'm takin' the throne like I'm Tut
And I stay by the green like I putt
You get smoked up for callin' me bud
Blew a band, I got plenty more
With my clan, we got plenty dough
And I don't like nobody at this party, had to go
And I can't trust nobody, be on my own
I really be runnin' it up
In the suburbs, I'm sippin' on mud
This a woodie, ain't smokin' a dutch
I just copped a 3.5 from the plug
They be silent when you goin' up
Wonder why they ain't showin' no love
We ain't friendly, you not one of us
You get smacked up for callin' me bud
Writer(s): Kaden Anderson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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