Lyrics Lil Tracy – Run This Shit
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bbno$:
Oh, bbno$
Wassup
Run this shit, I work this shit, I did it, no crew (No)
My mama’s telling me «Yeah, get the money»
Mama, I do (Mama)
You got no insulate, you sus boy
Yeah, times it by two (By two)
You know there’s nothing on my chest
See yeah, I’m the next in the queue (Skr skr skr)
And I’m a business man, mail man, hustlin’ paper routes (Routes)
I’m a middle man, mini van, got them bitches too (Too)
I’m a super man, Peter Pan, flying over you (You)
I’m a running man, rubber band, Ion’ got no clue (No clue)
Mama, I do (Mama)
You got no insulate, you sus boy
Yeah, times it by two (By two)
You know there’s nothing on my chest
See yeah, I’m the next in the queue (Skr skr skr)
And I’m a business man, mail man, hustlin’ paper routes (Routes)
I’m a middle man, mini van, got them bitches too (Too)
I’m a super man, Peter Pan, flying over you (You)
I’m a running man, rubber band, Ion’ got no clue (No clue)
Yung Gravy:
Minute maid, getting paid, you know what it do (Ooh)
Got some clout for Christmas now she tryna fuck the crew (Ooh)
Gravy and Yung Baby out in china pretty soon
Us and 30 bitches, that’s the poon platoon
That’s the poon platoon, I pull up with my goons (Scooby)
My bitch thick and white like the motherfucking moon
Pull up on yo’ bitch, equestrian (Wok wok)
Like a pedestrian
Look down at my wrist and see yo’ bitch in the reflection
bbno$:
Run this shit, I work this shit, I did it, no crew (No)
My mama’s telling me «Yeah, get the money»
Mama, I do (Mama)
You got no insulate, you sus boy
Yeah, times it by two (By two)
You know there’s nothing on my chest
See yeah, I’m the next in the queue (Skr skr skr)
And I’m a business man, mail man, hustlin’ paper routes (Routes)
I’m a middle man, mini van, got them bitches too (Too)
I’m a super man, Peter Pan, flying over you (You)
I’m a running man, rubber band, Ion’ got no clue (No clue)
See yeah, I’m the next in the queue (Skr skr skr)
And I’m a business man, mail man, hustlin’ paper routes (Routes)
I’m a middle man, mini van, got them bitches too (Too)
I’m a super man, Peter Pan, flying over you (You)
I’m a running man, rubber band, Ion’ got no clue (No clue)
Oh, bbno$