Chilling Video (MV)

Runnin' up them,

Runnin' up them motherf*ckin' bands like a runnin' back
Buddy blowin' on some shit, why you even smokin' that
Diamonds on my wrist, you would think I got a f*ckin' plaque
I don't wanna hear about your new shit, cause it's f*ckin' wack
Nigga, run up on me, I'm gon' hit yo' ass with the mac
High as hell, walkin' through the crib like, where my Rollie at
But f*ck it, I'm goin', I'm balling like bowling, these bitches be hoeing my dick, they be blowin
Came from the bottom, you see, I've been growin
F*ck my glock nigga, get beat like lotion

I just smoked a blunt, now I'm chilling
I'm catchin' flights, while you bitches catchin' feelings
Feds on my ass, they wanna send me to prison
Think I'm casino, cause them drugs is what I'm dealin
What Goes up, comes down
But I ain't never fallin', bitch, I got the crown
With a bad bitch, smokin' out the pound
You better stack that paper before you hit the ground

I ain't found no love in a minute, think my heart dead
Shot a nigga at his lowest point, I just rocked his bed
Everybody tellin' me I'm special, I ain't f*ckin' ed
Ain't really into bakin', but bitch, I make a whole lot of bread
Bro on the block, makin' fiends hit the Triller dance
Found a way around detectors got the Glock up in my pants
You ain't really B.O.P., brodie you really just a fan
How you say you got some money, I ain't never seen a band

I just smoked a blunt, now I'm chilling
I'm catchin' flights, while you bitches catchin' feelings
Feds on my ass, they wanna send me to prison
Think I'm casino, cause them drugs is what I'm dealin
What Goes up, comes down
But I ain't never fallin', bitch, I got the crown
With a bad bitch, smokin' out the pound
You better stack that paper before you hit the ground