"90 Day Run" lyrics
Alright, yeah
How the fuck is niggas ballin' and you owin' people?
Real boss, them boys goofy, I don't know them people
AR hangin' 'round my neck, got me shoulder leanin'
Put a bad bitch right on her knees like holy people, huh (Iced Up Records)
When it come to whippin' pints, I'm a pioneer (Drank God)
Quarter bricks on the plate, this bitch white, it's clear (Yeah)
Twenty Glocks, three chops, I can fight a bear (Fah, fah)
The GGs, blowin' seaweed, I be high as air (Ooh)
Got a huncho in my joggy, this a doo-doo turd (Yeah)
I ain't nothin' like these artists, all we do is serve (Servin')
Pest control with that bag, I just move the bird
I'll get to glitchin' in this bitch, get your noodle churned (Skrrt)
Nigga want a turkey Tom, bitch, we Jimmy John's ('Bout chicken)
Sada Baby for the presi', yeah, that's fifty-five
Put the Karo in the blender, got the city locked
Keep it real, the fed shit the only thing can sit me down
On the run, nigga (Yeah), like Sha'Carri, though (Sha'Carri)
Patek full of Fruit Loops, they like cereal (Ooh)
Hate a rat, a pussy nigga, and a silly ho
In the winter, ninety-day grind for that chili roll
How the fuck is niggas ballin' and you owin' people?
I'm a motherfuckin' boss, I don't know them people
AR hangin' 'round my neck, got me shoulder leanin'
Trap house close a lil' early, it been slow this evening
Bitch, ninety-day run (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, a ninety-day run (Yeah)
Yeah, a ninety-day run (Drank God)
Run it up, we up a ton, ninety-day run
Yeah, put the jewelry in the safe, hold the money like the bank
Tunnel vision for a week, fuck a ho, we stackin' pay
I been quiet 'cause I'm plottin', ain't outside, we out the way
Ran this shit up to the moon, by July, I'm up an eight (Up an eight, nigga)
Yeah, M tickets (Millions)
Fishscale to Limp Bizkit, nigga been fishin' (Skrrt)
Hustlin' like my nigga Gup, I be big shiftin' (Lou Gram)
Deep dish lit, Forgiats, look like the rim kissin'
Fuck the club, nigga, let them hoes have it
You can pop out anytime when your phone slappin'
Gettin' boxes back to back when the lows labbin'
Took the phone off of DND 'cause I'm in mode trappin', nigga
Yeah, ninety-day run (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, a ninety-day run (Yeah)
Hmm, yeah, ninety-day run (Ninety-days)
Run it up, we up a ton, ninety-day run (Run it up, nigga)
How the fuck is you a boss and you owin' people?
Real street nigga, I don't know them people (Uh-uh)
Make a bitch get on her knees like holy people
How the fuck is niggas ballin' and you owin' people?
Real boss, them boys goofy, I don't know them people
AR hangin' 'round my neck, got me shoulder leanin'
Put a bad bitch right on her knees like holy people, huh (Iced Up Records)
When it come to whippin' pints, I'm a pioneer (Drank God)
Quarter bricks on the plate, this bitch white, it's clear (Yeah)
Twenty Glocks, three chops, I can fight a bear (Fah, fah)
The GGs, blowin' seaweed, I be high as air (Ooh)
Got a huncho in my joggy, this a doo-doo turd (Yeah)
I ain't nothin' like these artists, all we do is serve (Servin')
Pest control with that bag, I just move the bird
I'll get to glitchin' in this bitch, get your noodle churned (Skrrt)
Nigga want a turkey Tom, bitch, we Jimmy John's ('Bout chicken)
Sada Baby for the presi', yeah, that's fifty-five
Put the Karo in the blender, got the city locked
Keep it real, the fed shit the only thing can sit me down
On the run, nigga (Yeah), like Sha'Carri, though (Sha'Carri)
Patek full of Fruit Loops, they like cereal (Ooh)
Hate a rat, a pussy nigga, and a silly ho
In the winter, ninety-day grind for that chili roll
How the fuck is niggas ballin' and you owin' people?
I'm a motherfuckin' boss, I don't know them people
AR hangin' 'round my neck, got me shoulder leanin'
Trap house close a lil' early, it been slow this evening
Bitch, ninety-day run (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, a ninety-day run (Yeah)
Yeah, a ninety-day run (Drank God)
Run it up, we up a ton, ninety-day run
Yeah, put the jewelry in the safe, hold the money like the bank
Tunnel vision for a week, fuck a ho, we stackin' pay
I been quiet 'cause I'm plottin', ain't outside, we out the way
Ran this shit up to the moon, by July, I'm up an eight (Up an eight, nigga)
Yeah, M tickets (Millions)
Fishscale to Limp Bizkit, nigga been fishin' (Skrrt)
Hustlin' like my nigga Gup, I be big shiftin' (Lou Gram)
Deep dish lit, Forgiats, look like the rim kissin'
Fuck the club, nigga, let them hoes have it
You can pop out anytime when your phone slappin'
Gettin' boxes back to back when the lows labbin'
Took the phone off of DND 'cause I'm in mode trappin', nigga
Yeah, ninety-day run (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, a ninety-day run (Yeah)
Hmm, yeah, ninety-day run (Ninety-days)
Run it up, we up a ton, ninety-day run (Run it up, nigga)
How the fuck is you a boss and you owin' people?
Real street nigga, I don't know them people (Uh-uh)
Make a bitch get on her knees like holy people
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo
