The Run lyrics

f*ck a b*tch Im the catch
Breadwinner with a check
Put some diamonds on my neck
b*tch I earned a right to flex
Young n*gga with a gold
Imma get rich before Im old
Hit a n*gga with that pole
Disconnecting n*gga soul
Pull up in that sleeve
20 thou all sleeves
I ain't neva had sh*t
Imma be rich before I leave
f*ck the b*tch and make her leave
To the hoe don't leave her keys
b*tch Im sure to open cease
[?] please
Pull up on you what you need
I like cookie with no season
Ain't no n*ggas like my n*ggas
You know we a different breed
On the road to success
Doing the dash f*ck the speed
[?] cost me 3
Gucci shirt smell like creed
I'm who n*ggas wanna be
So I keep a gun on me
n*gga died in front of me
This killing sh*t is fun to me
This his worth to honor me
I got killas under me
When I touch my first million
Thats when Imma fix my teeth
Thick b*tch on Myrtle Beach
Ass jigging like a peach
Buffs on I can't see
Remember nights I couldn't eat
Turned into I couldn't sleep
Laying on blowed bed
I can't even think ahead
Charlie horses in my leg
Now its californinan kings
When hoes give me head
Before I go broke again
I rather be dead
The road still opened for these boys
They just scared
Take the good with [?]
{?] come unprepaired
If I touch a mil today with my n*ggas Imma share
This sh*t come from my heart
Don't give a f*ck if you playing
I remember on the hound coming down with the load
Now n*gga get paid to talk sh*t and doing shows
Every stack cost money from the drugs to the clothes
Valentino on my toes walking round with Gucci rose
Take b*tches to[?]
Taking trip to Mexico
I got n*ggas thats on go
Get out yo feelings about that hoe
Im the same n*gga still pull up on the 'Sex
A n*gga disrespect slide down and get him wet
Get yo ass shot
Ion fight This ain't that
A n*gga talking down
See me out and give me dap
You a pus*y thats a fact
Whats a rookie to a vet
Blowin cookie in the Vet
Hoes looking breaking necks
I got now f*ck who next
Im on Vandyke with Jett
Pulling tricks out my hat
Put up a hole in yo hat, huh