Run lyrics

[Hook]
I run through a hoe like yeah-ah
Money I love to flex
Got a dumb lil thottie up next
Tryna go hard do my best
Why these n*ggas they hate on the set?
n*ggas ain't right so I left
This ice on my neck it don’t melt
n*ggas keep plotting with my wealth
Im staying high in the sky
I be in the booth spitting fire
She gon ride me with no tires
b*tch I still flex with no stylist
I been plotting since a minor
Think quick n*gga that's why I got here
This sh*t right here my lifestyle
You sick n*gga take a NyQuil

[Verse 1]
Yeah, dripping so much I got paint on my jeans
Riding the block I was nippin to fiends
Don't come thru my way you ain’t talking bout green
I'm going away just like fleeing the scene
Ride or die for my n*ggas, I catch a homicide for my n*ggas
b*tch I ain't picking sides with my n*ggas, connect like wifi with them figures

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She can't hang with me now yeah you know I can't fall
All these fiends they just call
b*tch I ride on my dawgs
Hide the dope in my sock wanna hit up the block
I just grip on the ? watch it take off the top
And I'm screaming f*ck 12 yeah you know I won't stop
Only ride for myself and I ride for my dawgs
I got real n*ggas yeah all up in ?
Take a ship n*gga then I ran off The plug

[Hook]

Yeah, high in the sky, high in the sky