CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Runnin Wit a Sack
Uh, all I want is head
Gained $30,000 worth of diamonds, like a gumball
Playin' with my money, that's gon' turn a n***a awol
Could've shot with Paul [?], rather shot with Nick though
All my dogs fightin' like a mother f**kin' pit, though
Fight 'em like I'm [?]
Winter time, fur coat
My b*t*hes rock [?]
My whip so damn stupid
It could've parked in handicap, you can get kidnapped
Why [?]
b*t*h suckin' d**k, in need chin strap (Lil Boat)
Puttin' in work with the chop, it's gon' kick back
Tech gon' kick
Like a b*t*h, I need a tic tac
n***as want the fame but all these n***as do is kick back
b*t*h saw the gang and she damn near had a heart attack
Thirty racks racked up in a n***a backpack
I just snatched a groovie white b*t*h from the shake shack
Dunkin' in that pu**y, like Shaq attack
(You n***as really don't get no money)
b*t*h, hey
I'm gone off that act
He who do not act, I don't remember no script
I juuged up prescriptions
Higher than ghost and he gon' build a stump
Boy, we don't smoke weed
We probably steal from police
'Cause they be stashin' more drugs than me
Then turn around and ask for [?]
They say runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target, ayy
Well call me bullseye (Yeah), keep a third eye (Yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow, you would've thought it was drive by (Ayy)
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Well call me bullseye, keep a third eye (Yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow, you would've thought it was drive by
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang break in two
Breakin' a b*t*h back, though
I'm smackin' on her pu**y like the cartoons with cereal
n***as get real serious when I run through they cereal
Numbers addin' up, like a... (Numbers addin' up, like a [?] )
You gon' go broke tryna impress the inferrer
A wise man once told me not to be into her, but still into her
Licked on that pu**y one time, never again, it taste like vinegar
Dabble water on these f**kin' rap n***as, they be callin' me the f**kin' sinister
Could've been the f**kin' minister
Swag so just a mystery
Used to tease them, philosophy
'Til [?] but can't contest to me
Never been a dope boy, but I'm dope, boy
Only n***a that can jump headfirst in the ocean and still float, boy
Lil Boat
Gained $30,000 worth of diamonds, like a gumball
Playin' with my money, that's gon' turn a n***a awol
Could've shot with Paul [?], rather shot with Nick though
All my dogs fightin' like a mother f**kin' pit, though
Fight 'em like I'm [?]
Winter time, fur coat
My b*t*hes rock [?]
My whip so damn stupid
It could've parked in handicap, you can get kidnapped
Why [?]
b*t*h suckin' d**k, in need chin strap (Lil Boat)
Puttin' in work with the chop, it's gon' kick back
Tech gon' kick
Like a b*t*h, I need a tic tac
n***as want the fame but all these n***as do is kick back
b*t*h saw the gang and she damn near had a heart attack
Thirty racks racked up in a n***a backpack
I just snatched a groovie white b*t*h from the shake shack
Dunkin' in that pu**y, like Shaq attack
(You n***as really don't get no money)
b*t*h, hey
I'm gone off that act
He who do not act, I don't remember no script
I juuged up prescriptions
Higher than ghost and he gon' build a stump
Boy, we don't smoke weed
We probably steal from police
'Cause they be stashin' more drugs than me
Then turn around and ask for [?]
They say runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target, ayy
Well call me bullseye (Yeah), keep a third eye (Yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow, you would've thought it was drive by (Ayy)
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make you the main target
Well call me bullseye, keep a third eye (Yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow, you would've thought it was drive by
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang break in two
Breakin' a b*t*h back, though
I'm smackin' on her pu**y like the cartoons with cereal
n***as get real serious when I run through they cereal
Numbers addin' up, like a... (Numbers addin' up, like a [?] )
You gon' go broke tryna impress the inferrer
A wise man once told me not to be into her, but still into her
Licked on that pu**y one time, never again, it taste like vinegar
Dabble water on these f**kin' rap n***as, they be callin' me the f**kin' sinister
Could've been the f**kin' minister
Swag so just a mystery
Used to tease them, philosophy
'Til [?] but can't contest to me
Never been a dope boy, but I'm dope, boy
Only n***a that can jump headfirst in the ocean and still float, boy
Lil Boat
