Runnin Laps
DrippNickk
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Uh aye Currently one pm o on December eighth Ya feel me up here in Maryland Fucking shitty ass weather bruh Depressing ass fucking time of year Uh yeah I keep on running laps in my head I keep 'em coming back with that bread And I gotta couple straps if I double back But ima humble lad with the lead And I feel like bubble bass With the bubble wrap how I'm hiding shit from the feds And I needa cup of yak I don't f*ck with rats I was broke still Breakin bread So I take me a toke I take it to the head Choking on smoke drinking on some red Smoking on dope mind on overload I could show you ropes on how to get some bread Yeah I give em hope And I gotta bitch in my phone that I'll prolly never tell nope Catch me on a boat while popping champagne with some bitches or fishing while Blowin Some soap Blowin it down by O Snow on the ground I gotta watch out on the road Cause I gotta couple pounds and a couple rounds Lord knows how this could go But I'll be damned if I ever let anybody take anything from me again And I'm in the studio putting in work while you at the club fuckin off with ya friends They don't ever support it's mission abort man f*ck all these bitches ain't Savin ain't no Whore I can't take it no more I won't fake it no more Man I'm done taking pills I ain't taking no more And I'm making money I'm tryna make more Stompin the peddle got it on the floor And I'm in the city riding through Miami with a baddie next to me up in the foreign Uh But it still doesn't compare To all of the moments we've shared Cause you always saying that I never cared out of all of the times I was there And I'm taking chances tryna get this money Gettin work flown through the air She always think it's funny I don't think shit funny half the time I just sit there and stare Cause I keep on running laps in my head I keep 'em coming back with that bread And I gotta couple straps if I double back But ima humble lad with the lead And I feel like bubble bass With the bubble wrap how I'm hiding shit from the feds And I needa cup of yak I don't f*ck with rats I was broke still Breakin bread Yeah Breakin bread Takin meds Cops on me always shakin feds And People always changing up on me man I swear to god I'm always changing friends And Life changed when I took shrooms gave me new perspective made me Change the Lense Now I'm getting money doing bigger things Chasin dreams all through a pen And I'm still out here trapping Yeah I'm making it happen Who would've imagined That I started rapping? Oscar said that I'm nice and he wasn't capping So he told me keep goin Cause the way that I'm following he said that it's slapping I said I'm already knowing and he was like hell yeah and we started laughing Man that's my dawg I love 'em fasho So I want em with me on the road Yeah I want em with me at my shows Touring the world as soon as I blow You already know Get it in for the low Smokin gas by the O Stackin the dough Cracking the code Get in the way and I'm cracking ya dome I keep on running laps in my head I keep 'em coming back with that bread And I gotta couple straps if I double back But ima humble lad with the lead And I feel like bubble bass With the bubble wrap how i'm hiding shit from the feds And I needa cup of yak I don't f*ck with rats I was broke still Breakin bread
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