letra de runnin reds - wheezle
[verse 1: voda fuji]
in and out of love ’bout a hundred times
seven grams in me of a psil’ tonight
only feel alive when i’m in your eyes
got nothing to lose, keep an open mind
they watching how we (hold up)
wheezle copped an ounce and me and gram about to roll up
haven’t flipped an pound ’cause my bills been paid
yesterday’s history, girl, what about today?
[chorus: wheezle]
out drinkin’ on a friday night
ain’t going home ’cause i don’t wanna fight
baby, if you die, i might cry
so live it up, runnin’ all the red lights
stackin’ my bread, stuck in my head
i don’t wanna hear that b-tch no more
’cause i’m not impressed, b-tch, i’m the best
see the gate drop, shootin’ out like war
(you have got some serious problems that you need to work out with yourself)
[verse 2: wheezle]
2-11 on my plates, yeah
b-tch, i just won first place, yeah
watchin’ me win all the races
mistaking me for tay-k, yeah
painting like banksy
but you know, that ain’t me
high school b-tches probably think i’m goin’ crazy (loco)
but, i ain’t though
won’t be laughing when you see i got a bankroll
but, the end goal is being jeff bezos
i’m el chapo on the beach gettin’ pesos
[verse 3: gramthart]
i’m the big ass monster in the back of the painting
i’m a first round loser playing [?]
i see my bro’s first show, thought that sh-t was amazing
and in my head, growin’ up imagine me on the stage with you
but sh-t happens, i never blamed you, that’s a sick habit
i remained true to the big pattern
we all take shrooms, range rover, then we’ll lift off
we all pay dues, some hate it and they p-ssed off
half naked, half baked, whole rip-off
low stakes, don’t treat it like it’s [?]
and if you hate the art, it ain’t wheezle
and if you hate the art, it ain’t wheezle
and we make bad sh-t, but we don’t put that sh-t out
we gain traction, so why you always runnin’ your mouth?
[chorus: wheezle]
out drinkin’ on a friday night
ain’t going home ’cause i don’t wanna fight
baby, if you die, i might cry
so live it up, runnin’ all the red lights
stackin’ my bread, stuck in my head
i don’t wanna hear that b-tch no more
’cause i’m not impressed, b-tch, i’m the best
see the gate drop, shootin’ out like war
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