[Intro]
(Shout out to Shaun2Krazy)
[Chorus: Scorey]
Too high off promethazine right now, I just might crash (I'm off the Wock)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Might catch a shot)
If you don't do nothing else in life, go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (Go run that bag)
Go run that bag up (Bag), nigga, get some money (Get that motherfuckin' bag)
'Cause when you broker than a joke, ain't nothin' funny (Don't motherfuckin' laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (Uh, like it's runny)
So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (Can't believe it's sunny, uh)
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Broski too high off a Percocet, the trenches whеre he lurkin' at
A nigga diss, we kill him, I don't carе if I ain't heard it yet
Cash calls, I'm talkin' bands, he broke, he can't interpret that
I spent thousands just on pants before I bought a shirt to match
Can't believe it's sunny now, we gettin' money now
Glocks look like they graduating, all them bitches buttoned down
Have my lil' cappers face him, now he ain't above the ground
TTG plus 4TS, that's like thirteen hundred rounds
[Chorus: Scorey]
Too high off promethazine right now, I just might crash (I'm off the Wock)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Might catch a shot)
If you don't do nothing else in life, go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (Go run that bag)
Go run that bag up (Bag), nigga, get some money (Get that motherfuckin' bag)
'Cause when you broker than a joke, ain't nothin' funny (Don't motherfuckin' laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (Uh, like it's runny)
So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (Can't believe it's sunny, uh)
[Verse 2: Scorey]
Paper route, I'm on it, run that cake up while they yawnin'
Chasin' paper, Thomas Joyner how I stay up 'til the morning ('Til the morning)
Brand-new Glock 19 don't need no laser when I blow it (When I blow it)
I say Help Is On The Way and they go crazy when I post it (It's on the way, bitch)
Walk right up in Neimans, cop it when I see it (When I see it)
He don't disrespect 'cause I got cash to R.I.P. him (I got that bag)
I got hella aim, so when I blast it, I'ma leave him (When I blast)
Tried to stand his ground, we put his casket right beneath him (Grrah, grrah)
[Chorus: Scorey]
Too high off promethazine right now, I just might crash (I'm off the Wock)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Might catch a shot)
If you don't do nothing else in life, go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them niggas mad (Go run that bag)
Go run that bag up (Bag), nigga, get some money (Get that motherfuckin' bag)
'Cause when you broker than a joke, ain't nothin' funny (Don't motherfuckin' laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a nigga nose like it's runny (Uh, like it's runny)
So used to rain clouds, can't believe it's sunny (Can't believe it's sunny, uh)
