(Always tryna get a bag for myself)
(I been on a run)

[Aye Zoowe!, You got the deuce?]

I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself
Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot
They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers
Taking all my words, you a BMI'er
Imma publish a book my opinion higher (Opinion higher)
Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire
I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now)
(We still got a lot of work to do now)
I been on the run, I been on a run

Yea, I been having fun, I poured my bitch a cup
When I'm countin' my money up in this bitch yea, yea, I'm a player not a thug
I like dirty runtz, I'm a pimp not a player
When I smoke out the zip I'm a facer
He need to get a grip or Imma take her
She so fine how she hittin' that blunt
Yves Saint Laurent what I'm puttin' on
I cannot whine 'cause I been so up
I switch up my style, I'm bipolar
Been doing this a while
Bitch give me head, this your trial
She still trying to figure herself out
Acting real wild, drinking every time she go out (Hoe!)
(Hey, yea Hey!)

I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself
Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot
They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers
Taking all my words, you a BMI'er
Imma publish a book my opinion higher
Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire (Woah, woah)
I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now)
(We still got a lot of work to do now)
I been on the run, I been on a run
(I been on a run) (I been on a run)
I be on a run
I be on a run
(Yea yea, yea yea)
(Yea yea, yea yea)

[Aye Zoowe! You got the deuce?]