Hay, yeah, yeah, huh
Turn up, Turn up
Running it up
Were running it up
Aye
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
Give me the gold, give me the gold
I'm getting more, I'm getting more
Bitches than you
Turn on the radio my shit is booming the speakers
We outside, the opps done got too cold
So motherf*ckers turn on the heater
I'm so high
I go straight to the sky and little brother don't know the reason
You is a lie
You said you was that guy, but you couldn't match with the ceiling
Bad little hoe so fine
She said she just like girls but I know that's not how she feeling
See what's up cause you liking the thriller
I kill the cat like I'm Ghostface Killer
Check my shit you ain't messing with me
Show me a rack you ain't f*cking with me
They just gon' think cause they older than me
You is a hater you broker than me
Folk need to man up
Worried bout what I'm gon' make get your bread up
Five star gem you a four star bust
Count up the series boy you straight out of luck
Yeah, running and running and running
And running and running like Tyreek Hill
He flexing up for a couple of thou
Nigga we already made us a mil
He joke around like Key and Peele
A.I. this nigga can't be real
And I just kept it real, huh, turn up
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
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kurazano - TMS Lyrics
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Hay, yeah, yeah, huh
Turn up, Turn up
Running it up
Were running it up
Aye
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
Give me the gold, give me the gold
I'm getting more, I'm getting more
Bitches than you
Turn on the radio my shit is booming the speakers
We outside, the opps done got too cold
So motherf*ckers turn on the heater
I'm so high
I go straight to the sky and little brother don't know the reason
You is a lie
You said you was that guy, but you couldn't match with the ceiling
Bad little hoe so fine
She said she just like girls but I know that's not how she feeling
See what's up cause you liking the thriller
I kill the cat like I'm Ghostface Killer
Check my shit you ain't messing with me
Show me a rack you ain't f*cking with me
They just gon' think cause they older than me
You is a hater you broker than me
Folk need to man up
Worried bout what I'm gon' make get your bread up
Five star gem you a four star bust
Count up the series boy you straight out of luck
Yeah, running and running and running
And running and running like Tyreek Hill
He flexing up for a couple of thou
Nigga we already made us a mil
He joke around like Key and Peele
A.I. this nigga can't be real
And I just kept it real, huh, turn up
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
Turn up, Turn up
Running it up
Were running it up
Aye
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
Give me the gold, give me the gold
I'm getting more, I'm getting more
Bitches than you
Turn on the radio my shit is booming the speakers
We outside, the opps done got too cold
So motherf*ckers turn on the heater
I'm so high
I go straight to the sky and little brother don't know the reason
You is a lie
You said you was that guy, but you couldn't match with the ceiling
Bad little hoe so fine
She said she just like girls but I know that's not how she feeling
See what's up cause you liking the thriller
I kill the cat like I'm Ghostface Killer
Check my shit you ain't messing with me
Show me a rack you ain't f*cking with me
They just gon' think cause they older than me
You is a hater you broker than me
Folk need to man up
Worried bout what I'm gon' make get your bread up
Five star gem you a four star bust
Count up the series boy you straight out of luck
Yeah, running and running and running
And running and running like Tyreek Hill
He flexing up for a couple of thou
Nigga we already made us a mil
He joke around like Key and Peele
A.I. this nigga can't be real
And I just kept it real, huh, turn up
Running through shit like Saquon Bark
Stop tryna cuff me I ain't your heart
Pole finna hit that boy straight out the park
Hoe tryna link but she too far
Shawty I'm top of the line you slut
I don't stay right by the lake you duck
Never was wanted but they show love to me
I'm the king of this shit
Writer: Taeleb Hall
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