Runnin Thru Plastic
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โฑ๏ธ 2:13 duration
๐ ID: 5915898
๐ Lyrics
(One more time)
(Don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
(Runnin' through these bags, nigga)
(Look at these bags, nigga)
Runnin' through these bags
I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
Balenciaga, what she rockin'
Hold that Prada, make her melt
Paved my own road to be rich
Get right, don't get left
I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up
Lil' bitch might move my mountain
These them things we do
Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
Bitch, I really do this
Bitch, I did it, y'all done seen it
Who'd have thought 'bout all these women
I could've really used your presence, though
Bitch, I been that motherfucker
Clutchin' on that motherfucker
Ready to blow this motherfucker
I wish I would've listened, though
I been on this grind, I'm wastin' days
Like I got time to waste
Chanel rag 'round my head
At least I'm drippin' on my dying day
I been bagged off Perkies, couple bars
Seen a couple stars
Keep them fuck niggas from around my way
'Cause I'm already scarred
Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
Bitch I'm way too cold like choppas
That y'all niggas claim to blow
I pulled up fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
All these emotions, roll the blunt
Call up yo' bitch phone
Runnin' through these bags
I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
Balenciaga, what she rockin'
Hold that Prada, make her melt
Paved my own road to be rich
Get right, don't get left
I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up
Lil' bitch might move my mountain
These them things we do
Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
(Don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
(Runnin' through these bags, nigga)
(Look at these bags, nigga)
Runnin' through these bags
I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
Balenciaga, what she rockin'
Hold that Prada, make her melt
Paved my own road to be rich
Get right, don't get left
I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up
Lil' bitch might move my mountain
These them things we do
Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
Bitch, I really do this
Bitch, I did it, y'all done seen it
Who'd have thought 'bout all these women
I could've really used your presence, though
Bitch, I been that motherfucker
Clutchin' on that motherfucker
Ready to blow this motherfucker
I wish I would've listened, though
I been on this grind, I'm wastin' days
Like I got time to waste
Chanel rag 'round my head
At least I'm drippin' on my dying day
I been bagged off Perkies, couple bars
Seen a couple stars
Keep them fuck niggas from around my way
'Cause I'm already scarred
Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
Bitch I'm way too cold like choppas
That y'all niggas claim to blow
I pulled up fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
All these emotions, roll the blunt
Call up yo' bitch phone
Runnin' through these bags
I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
Balenciaga, what she rockin'
Hold that Prada, make her melt
Paved my own road to be rich
Get right, don't get left
I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
Watch me count it up, count it up
Lil' bitch might move my mountain
These them things we do
Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.74] (One more time)
[00:08.28] (Don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
[00:09.53] (Runnin' through these bags, nigga)
[00:11.53] (Look at these bags, nigga)
[00:13.34] Runnin' through these bags
[00:14.21] I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
[00:16.48] Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
[00:19.18] Balenciaga, what she rockin'
[00:20.82] Hold that Prada, make her melt
[00:22.83] Paved my own road to be rich
[00:24.72] Get right, don't get left
[00:25.82] I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
[00:29.29] Watch me count it up, count it up
[00:31.12] Lil' bitch might move my mountain
[00:33.03] These them things we do
[00:34.57] Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
[00:37.05] Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
[00:39.83] Bitch, I really do this
[00:40.72] Bitch, I did it, y'all done seen it
[00:42.78] Who'd have thought 'bout all these women
[00:44.19] I could've really used your presence, though
[00:46.40] Bitch, I been that motherfucker
[00:47.84] Clutchin' on that motherfucker
[00:49.56] Ready to blow this motherfucker
[00:50.96] I wish I would've listened, though
[00:52.99] I been on this grind, I'm wastin' days
[00:54.73] Like I got time to waste
[00:56.39] Chanel rag 'round my head
[00:57.48] At least I'm drippin' on my dying day
[00:59.56] I been bagged off Perkies, couple bars
[01:01.53] Seen a couple stars
[01:02.83] Keep them fuck niggas from around my way
[01:04.85] 'Cause I'm already scarred
[01:05.97] Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
[01:08.96] Bitch I'm way too cold like choppas
[01:10.60] That y'all niggas claim to blow
[01:12.08] I pulled up fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
[01:15.54] All these emotions, roll the blunt
[01:17.47] Call up yo' bitch phone
[01:19.51] Runnin' through these bags
[01:20.37] I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
[01:22.39] Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
[01:25.31] Balenciaga, what she rockin'
[01:27.17] Hold that Prada, make her melt
[01:29.10] Paved my own road to be rich
[01:30.95] Get right, don't get left
[01:32.04] I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
[01:35.35] Watch me count it up, count it up
[01:37.18] Lil' bitch might move my mountain
[01:39.27] These them things we do
[01:40.64] Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
[01:43.57] Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
[01:46.07]
[00:08.28] (Don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
[00:09.53] (Runnin' through these bags, nigga)
[00:11.53] (Look at these bags, nigga)
[00:13.34] Runnin' through these bags
[00:14.21] I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
[00:16.48] Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
[00:19.18] Balenciaga, what she rockin'
[00:20.82] Hold that Prada, make her melt
[00:22.83] Paved my own road to be rich
[00:24.72] Get right, don't get left
[00:25.82] I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
[00:29.29] Watch me count it up, count it up
[00:31.12] Lil' bitch might move my mountain
[00:33.03] These them things we do
[00:34.57] Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
[00:37.05] Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
[00:39.83] Bitch, I really do this
[00:40.72] Bitch, I did it, y'all done seen it
[00:42.78] Who'd have thought 'bout all these women
[00:44.19] I could've really used your presence, though
[00:46.40] Bitch, I been that motherfucker
[00:47.84] Clutchin' on that motherfucker
[00:49.56] Ready to blow this motherfucker
[00:50.96] I wish I would've listened, though
[00:52.99] I been on this grind, I'm wastin' days
[00:54.73] Like I got time to waste
[00:56.39] Chanel rag 'round my head
[00:57.48] At least I'm drippin' on my dying day
[00:59.56] I been bagged off Perkies, couple bars
[01:01.53] Seen a couple stars
[01:02.83] Keep them fuck niggas from around my way
[01:04.85] 'Cause I'm already scarred
[01:05.97] Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
[01:08.96] Bitch I'm way too cold like choppas
[01:10.60] That y'all niggas claim to blow
[01:12.08] I pulled up fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
[01:15.54] All these emotions, roll the blunt
[01:17.47] Call up yo' bitch phone
[01:19.51] Runnin' through these bags
[01:20.37] I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself
[01:22.39] Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt
[01:25.31] Balenciaga, what she rockin'
[01:27.17] Hold that Prada, make her melt
[01:29.10] Paved my own road to be rich
[01:30.95] Get right, don't get left
[01:32.04] I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain
[01:35.35] Watch me count it up, count it up
[01:37.18] Lil' bitch might move my mountain
[01:39.27] These them things we do
[01:40.64] Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood
[01:43.57] Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh
[01:46.07]