RUNWAY! lyrics

[Intro]
We got AR, sticks and blicks, and we got drums
Uh, I heard he carry choppas, b*tch, we got drums
It's a blick
f*ck, this a crazy blunt, hahaha (Mathias)
We got AR, sticks, blicks, and we got drums

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm with your b*tch, she in love with the Feng Shui
She in my DMs, I might read 'em one day
Yes, I got models with me off the runway
High as a b*tch, how you turn on a one way?
Pour that sh*t right in my cup, it's a mud day
Drunk and I'm drivin', I'm swervin' the wrong way
Shout out Lil' Tilly, f*ck with him the long way
Hop in the 'Vette and go up, Antekounmpo (Run that sh*t up)

[Post-Chorus]
Yes, I got diamonds and rubies in CUDOS
Smoke me a blunt and go straight up to Pluto (Run that sh*t up)
Got ALYX on my body, this Marni on me
And an eighth for the week, I ain't got sh*t to do, though
n*ggas be savin' these hoes on the regular
I hit her once and I tell that b*tch, "Kudos"
I'ma give you that look when it's time to be go-mode (Go)
Am I gon' call you back? Sure, my shorty, like who knows? (Go)
[Verse 1]
Get on your knees and go ahead and replenish
I can call on my shooter, that young n*gga tempted (Yeah)
And my money go up, it go up, it go uppity (Yeah)
I'm a young rich n*gga, stay the f*ck out of my bidness (Yeah)
Is you gon' give me top? b*tch, I'm straight to the business
I'ma f*ck and I dip, that's the end of the sentence (Yeah)
Watch my money get buff like LA Fitness (Yeah)
Promise you can get touched, is you motherf*ckin' kiddin'?

[Refrain]
We got AR sticks, blicks ridin', b*tch, we got drums (We got drums)
And AR stick, and we got choppas, b*tch, and we got drums (We got drums)
And AR sticks, and we got plaques, lil' b*tch, we got drums (We got—, we got—, we got drums)
Better bring out your army 'cause I got options, b*tch, and we got drums (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, tryna f*ck on that b*tch, and she run up (Run)
I just hit and I smash and I run off (No)
I just treat your lil' b*tch like a one off
Call me Lil' Donny, run off or you gettin' ran over (Vroom)
Bust a left and a right in a Range Rover
Now she don't got no heart 'cause I ran it over
b*tch, you know how I be, I ain't goin' sober
So I treat that lil' b*tch like she one of those
[Chorus]
Uh, I'm with your b*tch, she in love with the Feng Shui
She in my DMs, I might read it one day
Yes, I got models with me off the runway
High as a b*tch, how you turn on the one way? (Uh)
Pour that sh*t right in my cup, it's a mud day
Drunk and I'm drivin', I'm swervin' the wrong way
Shout out Lil' Tilly, f*ck with him the long way (Mathias)
Hop in the 'Vette and go up, Antekounmpo (Run that sh*t up)

[Post-Chorus]
Yes, I got diamonds and rubies in CUDOS (Up)
Smoke me a blunt and go straight up to Pluto (Up)
b*tches in Marni, they stay on my body
I flew to Atlanta, I ain't got sh*t to do, though
n*ggas be savin' these hoes on the regular (Ooh)
I hit her once and I tell that b*tch, "Kudos" (Ooh)
I'ma give you that look when it's time to be go-mode (Ooh)
Am I gon' call you back? Sure, my shorty, like who knows? (Ooh)

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh