Running the city
You know that we lit
I really can't waste
No time on a bitch
Gassing the blunt
And we high in the vip
Visiion With three Eyes
He carry the stick
They call me Swazey
You know that I'm wavy
R and B baby you know how
They made me
Bleu In the rarri
I copped a Mercedes
Keep it on the low
Its mafia
Aye
Talk on the low
You get shots
With the Kay
All of these niggas
They singing like
Drake
Created the wave
And I'm paving the way
Dodging the snakes
And I'm dodging the hate
Everything litty
I love when it's hot
Money in the room
We turn up the spot
Everywhere we go
We got it on lock
We created history
Made us a lot
Baguettes in the bezel
We flooded the watch
Look at the chain
It's shining a Knott
Stay in your lane
Cause this lane
Never safe
Bleu in a wraith
Visiion head to the bank
Speak what you seek
I heard that shit for me
Legacy legacy
That's all we need
Aye
Yeah
Legacy legacy
That's all we need
I ain't the baby
But this here a baby flow
She ain't got no money
No I can't hang with those
I can not hang with hoes
Bitches be leaching
Listen lil homie to what
I be preaching
You spend some money
The bitch still gone be
Greedy
Ain't got no time for that
Bro I got five on that
Roll me up some
Sticky icky this
Bitch want the
Dicky
She pulled down my dickies
I'm deep in her kidney
Codeine in my soda
Index finger
On emerald city
Hundred sprinters
When we hit the city
Talking reckless we
Showing no pity
Bitch I'm dripping
This vvs water
Rolex diamond from
Johnny be leaking
Hit up swazey
He threw me a hundred
Went and copped me
A Patek Philippe
Versatile on these
Niggas I switch up
Bitch im Visiion
I paint my own pictures
Weed and grabba
My only two mixtures
Shawty mad cause a nigga
Ain't pick her yeah
Swazey gone pull up
And count up some money
No y'all can not hang
Sorry you niggas
Bummy
She wrap up the work
Like a muhf*cking mummy
She leave out the trap
The come back
With a hundred
Yeah
Running the city
You know that we lit
I really can't waste
No time on a bitch
Gassing the blunt
And we high in the vip
Visiion With three Eyes
He carry the stick
They call me Swazey
You know that I'm wavy
R and B baby you know how
They made me
Bleu In the rarri
I copped a Mercedes
Keep it on the low
Its mafia
Aye
Talk on the low
You get shots
With the Kay
All of these niggas
They singing like
Drake
Created the wave
And I'm paving the way
Dodging the snakes
And I'm dodging the hate
Everything litty
I love when it's hot
Money in the room
We turn up the spot
Everywhere we go
We got it on lock
We created history
Made us a lot