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[Verse 1] Boy I feel like money my AC's on low And in this round of crisis 3 hundred And I got 8 more balls to go Tell them young niggers I'm coming Just get somewhere and be patient The more that you keep texting me The longer you keep waiting My pitcher dine at their station They mad they didn't find no cases Since I provide no statements Bitch let me out of this basement A hundred racks of Latoya I said bitch better not done wait you If anything missing my nigga They know I'm going places The niggers still don't trust me Wanna watch me while I cook it The vice still can't bust me I say I already shook it What the fuck buck doing out here I thought that nigga was rich When it cuff that fair gun charge I thought that nigga was snitch Ain't Arizona just Melly You fuck around with a felon Letras de cancionesOn the interstate I'm thrilling Just think about who dealing My uzzi matching my Louie I'm a dope boy believe me And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys [Hook] I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys Flashlight, flashlight And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys [Verse 2] I got 2 and a half money on my peep Right now and I'm serving Been dropping out holes But since I'm pacing out I'm learning Got Mississippi burning And all my AK's joining My nose stay in my business Fuck that if it don't concern you My mama house on fire She keeps saying it's cool I'm paying 32.5 And she be paying it too We just both tryin' to survive Praying we get through Plus everybody in the neighborhood Keep saying we should move This brick shit too slow That brown shit too fast This purple lean keep pouring That green mean I get cash Tell 'em young niggers I'm coming You been gone get your own stash And the air yeezys I'm running Trying to get it out with this bad I'm sorry y'al for the wait Didn't know shit was this bad Just doubled up with my plow Don't spit everything that I have I did got married to the money My broke bitch she mad I don't know why you done it All day sitting around on your ass [Hook] I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys Flashlight, flashlight And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys I sell it, you buy it I do it, you try it And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys From Letras Mania