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letra de runnin wit a sack - lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
uh, all i want is head
gained $30,000 worth of diamonds, like a gumball
playin’ with my money, that’s gon’ turn a n-gga awol
could’ve shot with paul [?], rather shot with nick though
all my dogs fightin’ like a mother f-ckin’ pit, though
fight ’em like i’m [?]
winter time, fur coat
my b-tches rock [?]

[verse 2: byou & lil yachty]
my whip so d-mn stupid
it could’ve parked in handicap, you can get kidnapped
why [?]
b-tch suckin’ d-ck, in need chin strap (lil boat)
puttin’ in work with the chop, it’s gon’ kick back
tech gon’ kick
like a b-tch, i need a tic tac

[verse 3: lil yachty]
n-ggas want the fame but all these n-ggas do is kick back
b-tch saw the gang and she d-mn near had a heart attack
thirty racks racked up in a n-gga backpack
i just sn-tched a groovie white b-tch from the shake shack
dunkin’ in that p-ssy, like shaq attack
(you n-ggas really don’t get no money)
b-tch, hey
[verse 4: byou]
i’m gone off that act
he who do not act, i don’t remember no script
i juuged up prescriptions
higher than ghost and he gon’ build a stump
boy, we don’t smoke weed
we probably steal from police
’cause they be stashin’ more drugs than me
then turn around and ask for [?]

[chorus: lil yachty]
they say runnin’ with the sack make you the main target
runnin’ with the sack make you the main target, ayy
well call me bullseye (yeah), keep a third eye (yeah)
crippin’ so d-mn slow, you would’ve thought it was drive by (ayy)
runnin’ with the sack make you the main target
runnin’ with the sack make you the main target
well call me bullseye, keep a third eye (yeah)
crippin’ so d-mn slow, you would’ve thought it was drive by

[verse 5: lil yachty]
ayy, ayy, ayy
gang break in two
breakin’ a b-tch back, though
i’m smackin’ on her p-ssy like the cartoons with cereal
n-ggas get real serious when i run through they cereal
numbers addin’ up, like a… (numbers addin’ up, like a [?] )
you gon’ go broke tryna impress the inferrer
a wise man once told me not to be into her, but still into her
l!cked on that p-ssy one time, never again, it taste like vinegar
dabble water on these f-ckin’ rap n-ggas, they be callin’ me the f-ckin’ sinister
could’ve been the f-ckin’ minister
swag so just a mystery
used to tease them, philosophy
’til [?] but can’t contest to me
[?]
never been a dope boy, but i’m dope, boy
only n-gga that can jump headfirst in the ocean and still float, boy
[outro: lil yachty]
lil boat

- lil yachty

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