90-90 days
Ayy, we gon' run this shit up in 90 days, man
We gon' show y'all how to stay down and grind it, man
Shorty actin' bad, bad, he got his ass out
Grew up on the farm, man, they call me Cash Cow
I'ma get it in, man, can you get it out
I ain't had no note, niggas know I cashed out
Before I started rappin', nigga, yeah, I had my doubts
Before I started trappin', nigga, yeah, I took my losses
Before I even knew it, nigga, I grew up around bosses
On a 90-day run, I was trappin' in Milwaukee 90-90
90 days, yeah, yeah, got my goal in place, yeah, yeah
Man, this shit ain't safe, yeah, yeah
Do this every day, yeah, yeah
I'm on a 90-day run with no hiccups, nigga
I'm in the striker havin' fun, just pick your bitch up, nigga
A hundred grams in several blenders, this fetty actin' bitter
A hundred P's on the road, this straight from Oakland City
I got a nasty bitch with me, tryna f*ck on Moe and Benny
Do more than dick, she hit the road and grabbed a Fenni
Remember Brody had me scared, he shook they ass in a Avenger
Was with my bitch and I pulled over
Big bag of beans stuffed in her kidney
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I hit my goal in 30
Pro Golfer in the trap, I show you how to hit a birdie
You get my phone for a day, this bitch might overwork you
If I sit down, I'm gon' be straight, these phones still in service
Ain't makin' moves, watch what I do, he just a local lurker
We take him out, he dinin' in, he just a local server
If I ain't known you five years, then I can't even serve you
Every week, this ain't nothin' new, these phones gon' slap a 30
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I'm only f*ckin' with the gas
I cut the head off a snake, he tryna slime me, out my Stash
Ain't no couches in the trap, cause we ain't sittin' on our ass
Remember walkin' through the jungle, now I'm slidin' in a Jag
90-days fourth quarter, I done gave it all I got
30 seconds on the clock, is you gon' snort or sell to rock
I did a 90-day grind, I had to get it out the trenches
Walkin' in with duffle bags, tryna deliver like I'm Santa
Big G-Lock ain't on my hip, it's in my hand, ready to kill him
I got guap off the weed the dope
Make a hundred off the jiggas
We can't even get a car
Steady shootin' out the rentals
Yeah we pulled down that block
Lit it up like it was Christmas, bitch
YG Gang
Yg GANG - 90 DAY RUN (feat. FPE RON2x & 101daexclusive) Lyrics
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90-90 days
Ayy, we gon' run this shit up in 90 days, man
We gon' show y'all how to stay down and grind it, man
Shorty actin' bad, bad, he got his ass out
Grew up on the farm, man, they call me Cash Cow
I'ma get it in, man, can you get it out
I ain't had no note, niggas know I cashed out
Before I started rappin', nigga, yeah, I had my doubts
Before I started trappin', nigga, yeah, I took my losses
Before I even knew it, nigga, I grew up around bosses
On a 90-day run, I was trappin' in Milwaukee 90-90
90 days, yeah, yeah, got my goal in place, yeah, yeah
Man, this shit ain't safe, yeah, yeah
Do this every day, yeah, yeah
I'm on a 90-day run with no hiccups, nigga
I'm in the striker havin' fun, just pick your bitch up, nigga
A hundred grams in several blenders, this fetty actin' bitter
A hundred P's on the road, this straight from Oakland City
I got a nasty bitch with me, tryna f*ck on Moe and Benny
Do more than dick, she hit the road and grabbed a Fenni
Remember Brody had me scared, he shook they ass in a Avenger
Was with my bitch and I pulled over
Big bag of beans stuffed in her kidney
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I hit my goal in 30
Pro Golfer in the trap, I show you how to hit a birdie
You get my phone for a day, this bitch might overwork you
If I sit down, I'm gon' be straight, these phones still in service
Ain't makin' moves, watch what I do, he just a local lurker
We take him out, he dinin' in, he just a local server
If I ain't known you five years, then I can't even serve you
Every week, this ain't nothin' new, these phones gon' slap a 30
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I'm only f*ckin' with the gas
I cut the head off a snake, he tryna slime me, out my Stash
Ain't no couches in the trap, cause we ain't sittin' on our ass
Remember walkin' through the jungle, now I'm slidin' in a Jag
90-days fourth quarter, I done gave it all I got
30 seconds on the clock, is you gon' snort or sell to rock
I did a 90-day grind, I had to get it out the trenches
Walkin' in with duffle bags, tryna deliver like I'm Santa
Big G-Lock ain't on my hip, it's in my hand, ready to kill him
I got guap off the weed the dope
Make a hundred off the jiggas
We can't even get a car
Steady shootin' out the rentals
Yeah we pulled down that block
Lit it up like it was Christmas, bitch
YG Gang
Ayy, we gon' run this shit up in 90 days, man
We gon' show y'all how to stay down and grind it, man
Shorty actin' bad, bad, he got his ass out
Grew up on the farm, man, they call me Cash Cow
I'ma get it in, man, can you get it out
I ain't had no note, niggas know I cashed out
Before I started rappin', nigga, yeah, I had my doubts
Before I started trappin', nigga, yeah, I took my losses
Before I even knew it, nigga, I grew up around bosses
On a 90-day run, I was trappin' in Milwaukee 90-90
90 days, yeah, yeah, got my goal in place, yeah, yeah
Man, this shit ain't safe, yeah, yeah
Do this every day, yeah, yeah
I'm on a 90-day run with no hiccups, nigga
I'm in the striker havin' fun, just pick your bitch up, nigga
A hundred grams in several blenders, this fetty actin' bitter
A hundred P's on the road, this straight from Oakland City
I got a nasty bitch with me, tryna f*ck on Moe and Benny
Do more than dick, she hit the road and grabbed a Fenni
Remember Brody had me scared, he shook they ass in a Avenger
Was with my bitch and I pulled over
Big bag of beans stuffed in her kidney
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I hit my goal in 30
Pro Golfer in the trap, I show you how to hit a birdie
You get my phone for a day, this bitch might overwork you
If I sit down, I'm gon' be straight, these phones still in service
Ain't makin' moves, watch what I do, he just a local lurker
We take him out, he dinin' in, he just a local server
If I ain't known you five years, then I can't even serve you
Every week, this ain't nothin' new, these phones gon' slap a 30
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
90-day run, 90-day run, 90-day run
I'm on a 90-day run, I'm only f*ckin' with the gas
I cut the head off a snake, he tryna slime me, out my Stash
Ain't no couches in the trap, cause we ain't sittin' on our ass
Remember walkin' through the jungle, now I'm slidin' in a Jag
90-days fourth quarter, I done gave it all I got
30 seconds on the clock, is you gon' snort or sell to rock
I did a 90-day grind, I had to get it out the trenches
Walkin' in with duffle bags, tryna deliver like I'm Santa
Big G-Lock ain't on my hip, it's in my hand, ready to kill him
I got guap off the weed the dope
Make a hundred off the jiggas
We can't even get a car
Steady shootin' out the rentals
Yeah we pulled down that block
Lit it up like it was Christmas, bitch
YG Gang
Writer: Kenneth Bell
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