These cap stars cappin bout they got drip nigga I'm the dripster
Mr. Throw it in a bag call the cops I'm a shoplifter
Scroll down in my contacts text an old thing that I miss her
I really miss that pussy tho if you really want me to honest, hey
I'm on the road collecting them coins I feel like I'm sonic
Hair getting longer pretty boy swag ima have to rock a bonnet
Pimping ain't new, pimping ain't old, but my pimping iconic
She say she love me, she say she hate me, I think she psychotic
I'm only sliding in that Benz if they darken my tints
If you putting up 5 ima put up 10 battle of the bands
My eyes low off this dowdy only reason why I'm rocking these lens
I got a brody he ain't chef but he like to play with them pots and them pans
Mix it up, ima pull up in a pick up truck
Say you do it big that ain't big enough
Shawty said her nigga wasn't big enough
That's the only reason why she gave it up
I'm going loony ima lunatic foot on the table no etiquette
Ima keep going don't stop the kid, ima keep going don't stop the kid
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
Aye
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
I hate to be bad, shit I tried to deal with em nicely
But that was my bad, cause most of these niggas is shiesty
When you get a bag, you gotta count it precisely
And I hate to brag but my bitch is bad and my bitch is fiesty
Double up the backend, hurray the pack in
I'm in my ways I'm too slick
For now on, here on call me Rick
I'm getting high in the cockpit
Me and the pilot on some fly shit
Sour clouds giving turbulence
I'm from New Yitty In my Timberlands
Testing the waters, I hope I don't drown
She ain't wanna f*ck with me then I bet lil mama wanna f*ck with me now
Stay out the circus, no I can't f*ck with these clowns
I had to stay off streets cause I ain't want the police patting me down
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Yea, Dollaz, RHHHH
Mo Dollaz - RUN UP ON ME Lyrics
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These cap stars cappin bout they got drip nigga I'm the dripster
Mr. Throw it in a bag call the cops I'm a shoplifter
Scroll down in my contacts text an old thing that I miss her
I really miss that pussy tho if you really want me to honest, hey
I'm on the road collecting them coins I feel like I'm sonic
Hair getting longer pretty boy swag ima have to rock a bonnet
Pimping ain't new, pimping ain't old, but my pimping iconic
She say she love me, she say she hate me, I think she psychotic
I'm only sliding in that Benz if they darken my tints
If you putting up 5 ima put up 10 battle of the bands
My eyes low off this dowdy only reason why I'm rocking these lens
I got a brody he ain't chef but he like to play with them pots and them pans
Mix it up, ima pull up in a pick up truck
Say you do it big that ain't big enough
Shawty said her nigga wasn't big enough
That's the only reason why she gave it up
I'm going loony ima lunatic foot on the table no etiquette
Ima keep going don't stop the kid, ima keep going don't stop the kid
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
Aye
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
I hate to be bad, shit I tried to deal with em nicely
But that was my bad, cause most of these niggas is shiesty
When you get a bag, you gotta count it precisely
And I hate to brag but my bitch is bad and my bitch is fiesty
Double up the backend, hurray the pack in
I'm in my ways I'm too slick
For now on, here on call me Rick
I'm getting high in the cockpit
Me and the pilot on some fly shit
Sour clouds giving turbulence
I'm from New Yitty In my Timberlands
Testing the waters, I hope I don't drown
She ain't wanna f*ck with me then I bet lil mama wanna f*ck with me now
Stay out the circus, no I can't f*ck with these clowns
I had to stay off streets cause I ain't want the police patting me down
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Yea, Dollaz, RHHHH
Mr. Throw it in a bag call the cops I'm a shoplifter
Scroll down in my contacts text an old thing that I miss her
I really miss that pussy tho if you really want me to honest, hey
I'm on the road collecting them coins I feel like I'm sonic
Hair getting longer pretty boy swag ima have to rock a bonnet
Pimping ain't new, pimping ain't old, but my pimping iconic
She say she love me, she say she hate me, I think she psychotic
I'm only sliding in that Benz if they darken my tints
If you putting up 5 ima put up 10 battle of the bands
My eyes low off this dowdy only reason why I'm rocking these lens
I got a brody he ain't chef but he like to play with them pots and them pans
Mix it up, ima pull up in a pick up truck
Say you do it big that ain't big enough
Shawty said her nigga wasn't big enough
That's the only reason why she gave it up
I'm going loony ima lunatic foot on the table no etiquette
Ima keep going don't stop the kid, ima keep going don't stop the kid
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
Aye
Run up on me you'll get pop pop pop off self defense
Cops and robbers with them crackers f*ck around and hop the fence
My teacher told me that there's no such thing as common sense
She said if it don't make money then it don't make no f*cking sense
I hate to be bad, shit I tried to deal with em nicely
But that was my bad, cause most of these niggas is shiesty
When you get a bag, you gotta count it precisely
And I hate to brag but my bitch is bad and my bitch is fiesty
Double up the backend, hurray the pack in
I'm in my ways I'm too slick
For now on, here on call me Rick
I'm getting high in the cockpit
Me and the pilot on some fly shit
Sour clouds giving turbulence
I'm from New Yitty In my Timberlands
Testing the waters, I hope I don't drown
She ain't wanna f*ck with me then I bet lil mama wanna f*ck with me now
Stay out the circus, no I can't f*ck with these clowns
I had to stay off streets cause I ain't want the police patting me down
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Maneuver, maneuver like a gator in the sewer
Run Up On Me
Yea, Dollaz, RHHHH
Writer: Maurice Farquharson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave