Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
The cops goin' in, think twice before you step out
You movin' packages, them feds'll get you X'd out
You ain't even cut for my loaf, nigga, I'm Jersey bred
On the block, look for crooked cops and them dirty feds
If not, watch for them boys with the dirty dreads
Cause they lookin' mean off the lean and them percocets
Yeah, these niggas actin' type iffy
If my man in the jam, I be there in a jiffy
That's peanut butter, never gon' see me stutter
My niggas all behind me, but I swear I never leave my brothers
I swear man it be no other
Nigga, I'm back & I'm better, callin' me Bryson Tiller
I swear I done met some of the nicest killers
I feel like it's my time, I'm far away from my prime
Man the stars have aligned, I get it all from the grind
Intelligent warfare, could've went to Harvard with my soldiers
Select when I start, yeah, y'all gon' call me the controller
Been told them I had connect before the Xbox
I used to sit up on the steps cause that was the best spot
Yeah, even though I made Chelton hot
I was there, nigga, tryna whip it up the melting pot
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
Young, flashy, too fly, nigga
I'm from Rockwell, but move like a Pookside nigga
Just ran out, so the plug I'm texting him
And he gon' throw me 20 cause I grind like a Mexican,
Run up in the house, You don't see me, but I see you
Mouth duct tape, eyes covers, you gon' see who
Uncover your eyes, peek-a-boo, leave you see through
I'm tryna take your cash, stack it up and make it count
You only got one life, one try
Roll the dice, make it count
I don't know bout f*ck up a check
I'm stacking my next, collect
Bussin' these juggs, don't miss a step
Assess every dollar
I need all of that in excess
Then takin' all of that and invest in my next step
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Lu Jerz - Lowkey (feat. Leek & GH The Bear) Lyrics
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Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
The cops goin' in, think twice before you step out
You movin' packages, them feds'll get you X'd out
You ain't even cut for my loaf, nigga, I'm Jersey bred
On the block, look for crooked cops and them dirty feds
If not, watch for them boys with the dirty dreads
Cause they lookin' mean off the lean and them percocets
Yeah, these niggas actin' type iffy
If my man in the jam, I be there in a jiffy
That's peanut butter, never gon' see me stutter
My niggas all behind me, but I swear I never leave my brothers
I swear man it be no other
Nigga, I'm back & I'm better, callin' me Bryson Tiller
I swear I done met some of the nicest killers
I feel like it's my time, I'm far away from my prime
Man the stars have aligned, I get it all from the grind
Intelligent warfare, could've went to Harvard with my soldiers
Select when I start, yeah, y'all gon' call me the controller
Been told them I had connect before the Xbox
I used to sit up on the steps cause that was the best spot
Yeah, even though I made Chelton hot
I was there, nigga, tryna whip it up the melting pot
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
Young, flashy, too fly, nigga
I'm from Rockwell, but move like a Pookside nigga
Just ran out, so the plug I'm texting him
And he gon' throw me 20 cause I grind like a Mexican,
Run up in the house, You don't see me, but I see you
Mouth duct tape, eyes covers, you gon' see who
Uncover your eyes, peek-a-boo, leave you see through
I'm tryna take your cash, stack it up and make it count
You only got one life, one try
Roll the dice, make it count
I don't know bout f*ck up a check
I'm stacking my next, collect
Bussin' these juggs, don't miss a step
Assess every dollar
I need all of that in excess
Then takin' all of that and invest in my next step
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
The cops goin' in, think twice before you step out
You movin' packages, them feds'll get you X'd out
You ain't even cut for my loaf, nigga, I'm Jersey bred
On the block, look for crooked cops and them dirty feds
If not, watch for them boys with the dirty dreads
Cause they lookin' mean off the lean and them percocets
Yeah, these niggas actin' type iffy
If my man in the jam, I be there in a jiffy
That's peanut butter, never gon' see me stutter
My niggas all behind me, but I swear I never leave my brothers
I swear man it be no other
Nigga, I'm back & I'm better, callin' me Bryson Tiller
I swear I done met some of the nicest killers
I feel like it's my time, I'm far away from my prime
Man the stars have aligned, I get it all from the grind
Intelligent warfare, could've went to Harvard with my soldiers
Select when I start, yeah, y'all gon' call me the controller
Been told them I had connect before the Xbox
I used to sit up on the steps cause that was the best spot
Yeah, even though I made Chelton hot
I was there, nigga, tryna whip it up the melting pot
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Just stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, there's reasons you don't see me
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Stack your money and make it count
Keep it low key, you don't know me
Young, flashy, too fly, nigga
I'm from Rockwell, but move like a Pookside nigga
Just ran out, so the plug I'm texting him
And he gon' throw me 20 cause I grind like a Mexican,
Run up in the house, You don't see me, but I see you
Mouth duct tape, eyes covers, you gon' see who
Uncover your eyes, peek-a-boo, leave you see through
I'm tryna take your cash, stack it up and make it count
You only got one life, one try
Roll the dice, make it count
I don't know bout f*ck up a check
I'm stacking my next, collect
Bussin' these juggs, don't miss a step
Assess every dollar
I need all of that in excess
Then takin' all of that and invest in my next step
Don't run your mouth, don't run your mouth
Writer: JUSTIN FAMBROSKI, TERRENCE JONES
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave