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letra de runnin' up dis guap - ysn flow

[intro]
ayy, gang, lil’ flow
ayy, b-tch, i’m runnin’ up this guap
ayy, gang
b-tch, i’m runnin up this guap
ayy, lil’ flow, ayy, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m, b-tch, i’m
b-tch, i’m runnin up this guap and you can’t catch me losin’
pockets always on that f like a n-gga cruisin’
b-tch, i know i’m hot but these n-gga sleep, they snoozin’
and i ain’t get no love, man, these p-ssies wanna see me losin’

[verse 1]
all my n-gga’s in the field, i bet we in that terf
and if a n-gga talkin’ crazy, bet we leave him murked
ysn, b-tch, we came up straight out the dirt
p-ssy n-gga talkin’, up the .40, show him how it work
a hundred rounds in this choppa, i bet we let him have it
these n-ggas say they want that smoke but that ain’t sparkin’ static
trappy rewind in the cut but he startin’ havok
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t over the web, man, that leave me lockin’
now that i got money, hoes want me to save ’em
but they ain’t want me when i didn’t have paper
i think i’m a demon, my diamonds be satan
they worship the devil but can’t keep me prayin’
i roll up that pack in the back, how i’m feelin’?
i get to that money i swear that i need it
they say that i’m trash, tryna make me believe it
i know that i’m up and i couldn’t believe it
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m runnin up this guap and you can’t catch me losin’
pockets always on that f like a n-gga cruisin’
b-tch, i know i’m hot but these n-gga sleep, they snoozin’
and i ain’t get no love, man, these p-ssies wanna see me losin’

[verse 2]
i stressin’ ’bout this check and i’ma tell you beat yo’ feelin
n-ggas compare me to the grinch because i’m coming in that grim
my momma think i am a rat the way i’m chasin’ all that cheese
and when i come up on my momma, ysn thought they were me
got n-ggas mad ’cause i texted they dad
got stars on my neck, i got chips on my ice
when i walk in the store i don’t look at the tag
i got stripes on my right and i go get it back
i got put on a rap so i didn’t have to trap
i had remembered them days i was down on my ass
i remember them days i was down on my ass
but i don’t stress ’bout it ’cause that was the past

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m runnin up this guap and you can’t catch me losin’
pockets always on that f like a n-gga cruisin’
b-tch, i know i’m hot but these n-gga sleep, they snoozin’
and i ain’t get no love, man, these p-ssies wanna see me losin’

- ysn flow

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