(Great John on the beat, by the way) Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (run it up) Yeah, I get the bag and run it up (I get the bag and run it up) Yeah, I get the bag and run it up, yeah (I run it up) I get the bag and run it up (run it up) You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked) Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low Know we make it hot, summer Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, plumber Back out the stick, make it beat like a drummer I ain't lyin', I keep it a hunna My shooters be sliding, you die if you run up I pull up, put a bag on your brother That nigga still hot and I know he a chucker Can't respect him, can't wait 'til we catch him Tell broski to wet him, spread bullets like butter Fuck the plug, he ain't gettin' no money Bitch gon' fuck 'cause I came from the gutter She heard I be trappin', I made her my sucker They ain't with it, I know that they cappin' My gang get to clappin', they runnin' for cover Yeah, they runnin' for cover, uh Yeah, they runnin' for cover, uh I get the bag and run it up (run it up) You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked) Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low Look, please don't play with the bros I promise they see you, they doin' the most Look, can't hit no lick and go ghost I ride with my brothers, we splittin' the toast Back 'em down, I'm like Shaq in the post Yeah, I could do it, don't need nobody close Is you ridin', you ready to go? You say you bangin', better buy you a pole Strapped up, ain't no leavin' it home Don't act up, we put one in your dome Get clapped up, now your name on a stone Throw racks up, watching bitches unfold Since a youngin, we was all buggin' Tryna make the block hot when it's cold, yeah (Tryna make the block hot when it's cold) I get the bag and run it up (run it up) You gotta be Special Ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up We make it hot, look like the sun is up (look like the sun is up) Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked (that's where the gun is tucked) Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow Bro off a pill when he do a drill So when he get high, you better get low

Wheezy outta here Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route, and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band' And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her Half a million, I just did a warm up for Half a million, uh, uh, mm I could buy the buildin' I could rent this shit out and save it for the children I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt) Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back Real dope boy, don't know how to work a CashApp How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad) We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad) Pull up in a truck, any season Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin' How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'? Quickly take off like I'm LeBron

Wake up, hand upon my forehead Can't believe this is the way I live Even now Still somehow Told my mom it was the last time Told myself maybe it's OK One more time One more time I don't wanna call first thing in the morning Desperate for help to feel normal Over and over and over again I keep doing bad, bad, bad, bad, bad I did a bad thing I wasn't thinking I did a bad thing I wasn't thinking Get caught in empty conversations Fake friends and chemical temptations Turn them down Turn them down This time I will take it slowly Say no to everything I don't need Turn it down Turn it down I don't wanna call first thing in the morning Desperate for help to feel normal Over and over and over again I keep doing bad, bad, bad, bad, bad I did a bad thing I wasn't thinking I did a bad thing I wasn't thinking I don't ever, ever, ever wanna go to sleep I, I, I don't ever, ever, ever wanna go to sleep I, I, I don't ever, ever, ever wanna go to sleep 'Cause I want more and I want more until I wake up Turn around And I did a bad thing I did a bad thing Over and over and over again Over and over and over again Over and over and over again Over and over and over and over again

I see that nothing's changed Insist on playing games Some waste of time you are And you're so popular Well, this is it, you bitch Got to make my switch I'm just another John I know what's goin' on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate No, too late, too late I thought you was for real But you're a rip-off deal Don't give me all that crap I just escaped your trap I think you see the joke But you're just chasin' smoke You ain't another one Know what's goin' on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate Hello, too late, too late Get on it Misunderstanding me The way you feel so free I'm gonna jump the gun Oh, I'm gonna hit an' run Your credibility Don't cut no ice with me Another privilege gone I know what's goin' on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate Oh-oh, too late, too late Oh, too late, too late

I see that nothing's changed, insist on playing games Some waste of time you are and you're so popular Well this is it you bitch, I've got to make a switch You'll find some other John, I know what's going on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate Oh, too late, too late I thought you were for real, just one more rip-off deal Don't give me all that crap, I just escaped your trap You think you see the joke but you're just chasing smoke 'Cause now the thrill is gone, I know what's going on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate Oh, too late, too late, oh Misunderstanding me, the way you felt so free I'm gonna jump the gun, I'm gonna cut and run Your credibility don't cut no ice with me You're just a feeble con, I know what's going on Your move What do I have to lose? Stalemate Oh, oh, oh, too late, too late Oh, too late, too late